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The founder of our college and its beloved President, in 
token of appreciation for his untiring efforts to foster 
in young womanhood the true Christian ideals of 
refinement, art and culture, as dictated by Holy Re- 
ligion, we, the members of the Class of 1934, in humble 
recognition of the kindly and kingly generosity which 
made Our Lady of the Elms a golden reality, offer 
gratefully the dedication of our Class Book. 

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The record of our College Days unfolds within 
these pages. Its memories are enshrined here. The 
style is faltering, we fear and the record — to the 
mere casual reader, the record is a dry calendar of 
school events. To the Class of '34 it is a chronicle 
of cherished memories, it rings with shouts of 
laughter, it recalls serious study, it carries the story 
of four years in a living panorama for us who acted 
in this drama of college days. 









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Four short years ago, we crossed the threshold of our 
Alma Mater, eager, timid, fearful as only Freshmen can 
be. As we are about to cross that threshold for the last 
time, bearing the sheaves of our baccalaureate honors, we 
wish to express, in our awkward way, the gratitude we 
feel for each and every member of the faculty. Patient 
with our thoughtlessness, unfailingly kind and helpful 
always, by their teaching and example they have instilled 
into each one of us ideals which we can never forget and 
which we hope never to betray. With the deepest of sin- 
cerity we thank them, and we bid them adieu, confident 
that not a single member of the Class of '34 will fail to 
profit by their lessons. 



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To Our Alumnae: 

Upon our Graduation, we of '34 will tread a road well-paved, and one 
well marked with the milestones of two former classes, who entered valiantly 
upon an epoch of chaos caused by forces far beyond any individual control. 
The Charter Class, the first to leave these revered halls of learning, began the 
blazing of the trail, and the Class of '33 has added many a significant milestone. 

With the light of industrial recovery slowly dawning on a harassed country, 
we feel somehow that great opportunities must await these classes who have 
gone before. And, given these opportunities, we cannot help but feel that 
they will use them to the everlasting credit of their Alma Mater. God speed 
them to the light of a better industrial day! 

Esther C. Barnes 
N. Brookfield, Mass. 

Helen A. Benard 
Springfield, Mass. 

Mildred M. Clarke 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret Clifford 
Northampton, Mass. 

Katherine B. Curran 
Northampton, Mass. 

Margaret M. Cusack 
Westfield, Mass. 

Mary E. Dalton 
Worcester, Mass. 

Katherine M. Daly 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Clare A. Devinf 
Springfield, Mass. 

Esther E. Devine 
Chicopee Falls, Mass. 

Oranier C. Diamant 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret E. Dineen 
Springfield, Mass. 

Katherine M. Donaldson 
Springfield, Mass. 

Catherine M. Dunn 
Palmer, Mass. 

Mary G. Enright 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret M. Geran 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Marie L. Gillis 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Mary F. Greaney 
Worcester, Mass. 

Cecilia E. Larose 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Gertrude M. Morrison 
Great Barrington, Mass. 

Mary V. Murphy 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Dorothy T. O'Brien 
Chicopee, Mass. 

Alice F. Schnetzer 
Springfield, Mass. 

Mary C. Shea 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Dorothy T. Adams 
Housatonic, Mass. 

Mary M. Barrett 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Helen C. Begley 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Kathryn E. Brophy 
Waterbury, Conn. 

Rosalie M. Carroll 
Pittsfield, Mass. 

Helen J. Collins 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret R. Collins 
Worcester, Mass. 

Mary E. Coughlin 
Greenfield, Mass. 

Jean A. Cullen 
Lanesboro, Mass. 

Viola C. Daudelin 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Grace A. Flanagan 
Springfield, Mass. 

Dorothy K. Fleming 
Bridgeport, Conn. 

Hazel F. Ford 
Springfield, Mass. 

Margaret M. Gallivan 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Alice R. Hallein 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Gertrude C. Hallfin 
W. Springfield, Mass. 

Helen E. Hearn 
Holyoke, Mass. 

Eleanor M. Lambert 
Pittsfield, Mass. 

Mary F. Mahar 

Great Barrington, Mass. 

Margaret E. Maloney 
Leominster, Mass. 

Mary M. McDonough 

Springfield, Mass. 
Claire P. McLaughlin 

W. Springfield, Mass. 
Eileen M. Sullivan 

Holyoke, Mass. 
Gertrude B. Walsh 

Springfield, Mass. 
Ruth M. Walsh 

Springfield, Mass. 


When Mary Ellen Dougherty did not return for Sophomore year, the 
absence of her gay good-humor left a gap in all our socials — and did we 
miss that talent, for hairdressing ? Why did she leave us? She preferred 
"himself" to ourselves. 

Lillian Weschler decided to forsake us after Freshman Year to study 
for a business career. No one has ever been able to fill "Lil's" place during 
our "confabs" in the "big parlor." However, our loss was his gain. 

Sophomore year Mary Donahue came to join our ranks. Even now, 
we cannot help but chuckle over the clever witticisms of our transient Sopho- 
more. Mary is going to live until she dies and if the Good Lord postpones 
the date of the latter event, she will see most of this world before she sees 
the next! 

The loss of Eileen Smith, who fell in love with the domestic arts course 
in a sister college, was keenly felt by all the members of thirty-four. We 
had known Eileen since she had become a member of the class during mid- 
semester of Freshman year. She did not leave us until Junior year was ended, 
and her gay, infectious laughter still echoes in our ears, as it will surely echo 
down the corridors of time. 


Class Colon : 

Green and Silver 

Class Flower: 

Talisman Ruse 

Senior Class Officers 

President: Mary W. Sullivan 
Vice-President: Clara M. Moynahan 
Secretary: Alice L. Hanan 
Treasurer: Eileen M. Larkin 


Webster, Mass. 

"When a friend asks, there is no to-morrow." 

Presenting our Queen of the Ivories ! One minute before the bell — Margaret enters, 
flushed, jaws expanded with cafeteria goods, music bag in one hand, if it is music day; a 
handful of letters completes the balance — if the Seniors have any mail. Kindness, talent, ability 
— a true Berger recipe. If you ever need a helping hand, send for Margaret. She possesses 
loyalty and ability "par excellence." O'Leary Hall fairly radiates with her "good turns" and 
her music. Radio has no place when Margaret rolls out "Leibestraum," or "The Hallelujah 
Chorus," or anything with which the Goddess of Music may inspire her. Always ready to 
please — with a play, Margaret?", she smilingly starts for the keys. Only the fact that she 
has "a letter to write" will keep her from complying. Margaret has been pianist for our Musical 
Clubs since their introduction. Her executive ability, coupled with her genuine talent, won for 
her the Glee Club presidency. Besides being our outstanding musician, Margaret is a clever 
forward on the basketball team. Philosophy class is hardly complete without some logic a la 
Berger, and such fun ! Seniors are so logical ! 

We know, though, that all the syllogisms in the world will never keep her from enjoy- 
ing life, and we certainly hope her "cup" will always be filled to overflowing. 

he Cercle Francais; Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Pianist of 
Musical Clubs, 1, 2, 3, 4; President of Musical Clubs, 4; Associate Editor, Elmata; 
Sodality; Athletic Association; Dramatic Club; Chairman of Music, Senior Prom. 


Springfield, Mass. 

"For where is any author in the world 
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?" 

Cathedral sent us Mary ... a true Irish maid if ever there was one. She it is who always 
looks on the bright side, refusing to recognize the word "failure." Her smile and good humor 
are infectious. When Mary laughs the rest of the class laughs with her. Making every second 
count, rushing hither and yon, and dashing in at the very last minute . . . that's Mary. The 
four years we have known her have been far too short, for with every year we discover some 
new quality. Husky voice, blue eyes, brown hair and a generous disposition . . . put them all 
together and you have Mary. What good times we had dancing with her in the "Gym" ! How 
we enjoyed those free periods when we could snatch a hasty lunch and dash back just in time 
for class! Where would we be in basektball if it weren't for Mary? She it is who turns out 
in full force and helps to make our games a success. Then, too, there's debating — no subject 
is too difficult for her. She prepares her speeches and delivers them in a manner worthy of 
praise. In fact, she lends her cooperation to all school activities, and enters them with character- 
istic vim and vigor. 

If personality begets success, and we are certain that it does, it won't be long before 
Mary attains the heights. Here's to you, Mary. The best of luck and the most sincere of 
good wishes. 

Debating Club, 4; Dramatic Club, 3, 4; Athletic Association, 2; Glee Club, 1, 2; 
Chairman of Publicity, Junior Prom; Metaphysical Club, 3; Sodality; Catholic 
Action Club; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Le Cercle Francais. 


'A heart to tesolve, a head to contrite, and a hand to execute." 

From the moment Grace first walked into our midst, we knew her to be just what she 
was — and is, and will be — a jolly person, and one whom we all wanted for a friend. To tell 
the truth, we liked her so well that we made her Class President during Sophomore and 
Junior years, which fact speaks for itself. Her election as Chief Ranger of a court of Foresters, 
while she was still in her college teens, is another indication of Grace's ability. Not only in 
officiating at extra-curricular activities has her ability shown itself, but also in the classroom. 
To pick one subject in which she is proficient, would be to neglect another. In all of her 
studies, Grace has shown the same care and thought that has so characterized her busy career. 
Although at first appearance she seems to be a very serious-minded young lady, we her class- 
mates, have learned to identify her by that infectious giggle of hers. Tall and dignified she 
is, but not too tall or too dignified to enter into the spirit of fun which surrounds Grace and 
her associates, especially "Hannie." Tall and dignified as she is, she can get down to the 
intricacies of philosophy's "deepest offerings" and chat about Austatle with a smile. 

We all sincerely hope that her future path-ways may be as successful as her happy 
college days. 

Class President, 2, 3; Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; General 
Chairman, Senior Prom; Sodality; Le Cercle Fracais; Associate Editor, Elmata; 
Vice-Prefect of Sodality, 3; Oratorical Contest, 3; Class Will; Glee Club, 1, 2; 
La Corte Castellana, 2, 3 ; Athletic Association, 2. 


"A thing of impulse, and a child of song." 

Certainly one of the very first surprises that "O. L. E." offered us was the arrival of 
Pat's" family ... we had expected at least a score of relatives, and couldn't help but 
wonder a little when only "Mother'' and "Dad" appeared! Then . . . who can forget 
how she emerged triumphant in the Athletic Association Election almost before the ink with 
which she was enrolled as a collegian could dry? This ability to "get places" is still charac- 
teristic of our vivacious classmate "from another State." Her Pontiac is the class car! How 
often has she generously pressed it into service on some last minute errand for no other reason 
than to relieve the mind of a harassed fellow-student? Both Pontiac and Springfield Street are still 
intact, too, mirabile did//.' (We can just hear her indignant "Humph" at this point!) 

Once in awhile we are apt to hear a modified "crash"! not too far off. Startled, we turn 
to investigate the cause of the disturbance. We return to our work, reassured. The "noise's" 
good-natured smile bubbles over into a laugh. She simply stumbled. "Pat" is such an impetu- 
ous bundle of energy! But we know we can count on her when we want things done in a 
hurry. In spite of the fact that she is always accusing herself of "having a nose that's too 
short" — (incidentally there are plenty of us who would give our eye-teeth to have one half as 
straight) — we know that Miss Patricia A. will "get there." 

Dramatic Club; Treasurer of Athletic Association, 1; Le Cercle Francais ; Assistant 
Business Manager, Elmata; Chairman of Music, Junior Prom; Sodality; Meta- 
physical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Annual College Play; Glee Club, 1, 2; 
Basketball, 2, 3; Debating Club, 3; Senior Play. 




Springfield, Mass. 


"Ne'er saw I, never fell, a calm so deep!" 

Always calm, cool and collected is "Gert." If one were to search for a description of 
this member of our class, the best without a doubt would be "never hurry, never worry," as 
it portrays almost to a "T" "Gert" as we know her. In everything she has undertaken, whether 
it has been a serious scholastic matter or a light social problem, "Gert" has always proven 
herself cool and capable. Even when the not ever faithful "bus" was behind schedule, Gert 
would never become upset . . . after all, what are twenty or thirty minutes in a collegian's 
busy life? Gert has always shown herself willing to give of her time and ability to class 
activities. Even as a proprietor of a flourishing "Flower Shop" Gert showed her understand- 
ing of human beings. We all like to dream, but a Shakespearean Class evidently lends itself to 
a seance where Gert is concerned — though she would be the first to deny such infidelity on 
her part to the Bard of Avon. Still, who are we to question the grave matters she may have 
been deciding? 

In the years to come, when Gert may be teaching some future president the rudiments 
of his country's history or possibly some French phonetics, we hope that she will remember 
well those "Methods" which she so aptly followed in classroom work. In whatever you may 
do in future years, Gert — good luck to you ! 

Le Cercle Francais: Metaphysical Club. 3; Catholic Action Club; Associate Editor, 
Elmata: Sodality; Chairman of Tickets, Senior Prom; Class Vice-President, 3; 
Glee Club, 1, 2; Lit Carte Castellana. 2, 3; Athletic Association, 2; Dramatic 
Club Advisory Board, 4; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Senior Play. 




Easthampton, Mass. 

"A merry heart doeth good like a medicine." 

Beneath your quiet exterior lies a spirit of joviality . . . priceless and matchless. 
As Freshman, we knew you to be a student of brilliant intellect whose powers of perception even 
in "Math" astounded us. For the life of us, we could not understand how one angle could be 
the supplement of another or just why it mattered whether we found the logarithm or calo- 
garithm of a number. You seemed to know! Yet somehow you never made us feel our 
inferiority, and you always seemed to be one of us. We believed you to be pensive, serious, 
. perhaps too much so then one day we heard you laugh. Up to our last day 

in class, even your tiniest giggle has always been enough to send the Seniors into "stitches." 
However, when the occasion called for dignity you could unassumingly show us just how 
dignified an "Elmite" should be. That calm reserve of yours will always be an asset to you 
in whatever profession you may choose. Your loyalty as the aforesaid "Elmite" culminated 
in your election to the post of Prefect of the Sodality. 

The ability with which you have executed your duties in this office is class history, and 
we are proud to claim you as a member of '34. Our sincere wish for you is that success and 
happiness will follow you wherever the future leads. We know you'll be on hand to hear 
her, even tho' the wizards tell us, "Opportunity knocks but once." You won't keep her waiting! 

Prefect of Sodality, 4; Assistant Humor Editor, Elmaia; Senior Play; Metaphysical 
Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Assistant Business Manager, Elmata; Le Cercle 
Frangais ; Oratorical Contest, 1, 2; Dramatic Club; Debating Club; Vice-President 
of La Corte Castellana, 3; Athletic Association, 2. 



Chicopee, Mass. 

"How far that little candle throws its beams! 

A blond — small, quiet and demure; thus did she first appear to us as she came directly 
from the Notre Dame Sisters at the Holy Name School in Chicopee, bringing from them that 
spirit of refinement and delicacy which has characterized her every act. Florence is our Class 
Artist and is responsible for the beautifully drawn sketches which lend their charm to the pages 
of our Year Book. Combined with this talent for drawing, she possesses an uncanny aptitude 
for Mathematics — certainly a rare and enviable combination! Perhaps Florence was not fully 
appreciated by us until Junior Prom plans were being discussed. Then she advanced to the 
foreground when chosen Chairman of Decorations, as any of you who were fortunate enough 
to have attended the "Prom of Proms" will testify. In Senior Year, we hailed her as that 
much-to-be-respected personality, the class Physicist, an honor which made her an invaluable 
laboratory aid. She passed. We accompanied her. This article would not seem complete to 
those of us who know her without mentioning our Editor, for the two were inseparable in 
everything. The friendship which has for four years existed between Eleanor and Florence has 
become famous in the chronicle of "The Elms," and so brings to fond memory that immortal 
ride they so "innocently" maneuvered from one of our Professors. 

May the best of luck and success accompany you always, Florence, even if you should 
teach French! As a teacher of Physics, you would make history! 

Art Editor, Elmata; Chairman of Decorations, Junior Prom; Chairman of Pub- 
licity and Patrons, Senior Prom; Sodality, he Cercle Francais; Metaphysical Club, 
3; Catholic Action Club; Glee Club, 1, 2; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Associa- 
tion, 2; Dramatic Club, 2, 3; Senior Play. 


"The world's a theatre, the earth a stage 
Which God and Nature do with actors fill. 

Down from the hills in Adams came Catherine to us in our Freshman year at O. L. E. 
With the vigor of the hills from which she came, and the determination to reach a definite 
goal, she started on her four-year journey. Admiringly we watched her, and just as admir- 
ingly did we champion the efforts and triumphs of our class actress. Bulwer-Lytton in his 
"Richelieu" says "there is no such word as 'fail'." Catherine has proved to us the truth of 
that statement. Whole-heartedly she entered into the oratorical contests, and she did not fail, 
but came back to us a prize winner each time. Her marvelous work as Cardinal Richelieu in 
"Richelieu," the annual college play of our Senior year, proved to us in action, before she told 
it to us in the words of the Cardinal, that there is no such word as fail. Loving dramatics as 
she does, Catherine is by no means prejudiced against other activities. She loves the out-of- 
doors, music, and can always be counted on when there is any "fun" afoot. Hidden deep 
within her nature is a streak of Irish wit which shows up most advantageously and oppor- 
tunely at times. 

We'll never forget the day in "Methods" when she sent her willing pupil to the "library" 
for references! To crown her talents, and to make the combination just right, Catherine is a 
jolly good sport and deserves the best! 

Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Sodality; Senior Play; Annual Col- 
lege Play; Vice-President of Class, 1; Dramatic Club, 2, 3; President of Debating 
Club, 3 ; President of Glee Club, 2; Vice-President of Glee Club, 3, 4; Oratorical 
Contest, 1, 2, 3, 4; Associate Editor, Elmata; Le Cercle Francais ; Athletic Asso- 
ciation, 2, 3, 4. 



Holyoke. Mass. 


"Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety." 

It is September, 1930 — a door opens quietly, and just as quietly closes — and there stands 
Alice. She is a shy, demure, little girl (but not too little!) wearing horn-rimmed spectacles, and 
a coil of hair done low on her neck. Soon, however, we discover that she is sui generis et 
amplius. Sometimes mischievous — sometimes serious, yet always good-natured, she keeps her 
schoolmates on the "qui vive" with her pranks. Singing, talking, laughing and weeping, you 
are known to us in all your moods. It did not take long for you to convince us of your acting 
ability. When first you took part in a play, we felt that we had discovered hidden talent. And 
now, we wish to seize this opportunity to congratulate you on your work in "Richelieu." Do 
you remember that incident during the first week of school, Alice, when your help was sought 
in mathematics? In our many friendly arguments, you always "stuck to your guns," and no 
one could shake your convictions. You were always like Daniel O'Connell's apple woman who 
was "open to conviction but never convicted." And then there was that time when you were 
absent for so long! How glad we were to welcome you back! A dignified Senior now, you 
are ready to step forth into the world — head up, as always, and eager to face the future. 

We wouldn't care to have you be a "howling" success — the Dean might object to that — 
but we do wish you loads and loads of luck! 

Class Secretary, 2; Annual College Play; Senior Play; Business Manager of 
Elmata: Sodality; Metaphysical Club. 3; La Corte Castellana, 2, 3. 4; Chairman 
of Patrons. Junior Prom; Class Vice-President, 4; Glee Club, 1, 2; Treasurer of 
Dramatic Club, 4; Basketball, 4; Catholic Action Club; Athletic Association, 2, 4; 




Holyokh, Mass. 

"Whatever she dots, wherever she bends her steps, grace silently orders her 
actions and follows her movements." 

Often a pen picture, like a photograph, does not do justice to an individual. Such must 
inevitably be the case with Eileen, because of a charm which is as endless as it is indefinable. 
Always the same nice person to everyone, she is everyone's friend; whether you are a "sophis- 
ticated" Sophomore or a "lowly" — or should we say "lonely"? — Freshman, you may be sure of 
a friendly greeting from Eileen, because she considers you her friend. Eileen is gracious to 
everyone not only in thought but in act. She has given freely of her time and talent to all 
college activities, including our "famous" Glee Club. By this time we all should know who 
"Sylvia" really is, and to give ourselves our just due, we do know! 

Thanks to our suffrages, Eileen should turn out to be the financial wizard of our class, 
and if she does not, no blame can rest upon us. We have seen to it that it cannot possibly 
be from lack of practice in figuring. She has been the Class Treasurer for three years. It is 
positively uncanny the way she "separates" us from our money and makes us like it! And like 
her for it! , 

During class-hours, too, she is our pride and joy — her note-books are so perfect! To the 
girl who has learned so much about it at our expense, we wish the best that money can buy! — 
and money to buy it! 

Class Treasurer, 2, 3, 4; Sodality; Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; 
Class Historian; Glee Club, 2, 3, 4; Chairman of Reception Committee, Junior 
Prom; Chairman of Supper Committee, Senior Prom; Athletic Association, 1, 2. 
3, 4; Le Cercle Francais: Basketball, 2; Elocution Finals; Senior Play. 




Easthampton, Mass. 

'To say you are welcome would be superfluous." 

Friendly, willing, nonchalant is Mary — she meets life's trials with an engaging smile 
and unhurried air. To meet Mary is to remember that friendly smile, and to know her is in- 
evitably to like her. One's first impression is a glimpse of wavy hair that everyone envies; 
then that smile that makes you feel you have known her ever so long. Even as a Freshman, she 
impressed us with her good nature and keen intellect. To date, her scholastic record has been 
certainly a splendid one. However, it is not only her friendliness nor is it her scholastic 
standing that has endeared her to the class of '34. Besides this friendliness Mary possesses 
another quality which is priceless to us — her sincere willingness to aid others. "A friend in 
need is a friend indeed." We can feel nothing but gratitude, Mary, when we think of your 
heroic act in plugging the leak in the dike. Even in the face of odds you valiantly stood your 
ground. Such loyalty! Though a song was your only reward, no one can accuse you of a 
lack of perseverance! It was fortunate, though, that someone held you back — you would no 
doubt have gone on "sailing" almost "ad infinitum." Maybe we didn't appreciate you in Elocu- 
tion Class, Miss Lynn, but we certainly did outside of it, and always will, we wish we were 
all half as patriotic! 

Secretary of Catholic Action Club, 4; Sodality; Le Cercle Francais; Metaphysical 
Club, 3; Chairman of Refreshments, Junior Prom; Secretary of Class, Junior Year; 
Treasurer of Freshman Class; Glee Club, 1, 2; Athletic Association, 2. 


Fitchburg, Mass. 

'To those who know thee not, no words can paint. 
And those who know thee, know all words are faint. 

Fitchburg's loss was our gain when "Marge," a tall, diffident girl joined our ranks. 
She did not mix immediately, but waited until she knew what was what — one of those rare 
gems who thinks before she acts. After a long period of probation, we were admitted to 
that inner sanctum where we glimpsed the true and real "Marge." She is our Class Athlete and 
the scourge of other classes on the basketball floor. Quick, strong and wholly absorbed in her 
game, she is out to play basketball and win — and she usually succeeds. Her favorite subjects 
are Mathematics and the Sciences, and she has established an enviable record in every branch 
of them. Many happy hours have we spent together in Physics laboratory on Wednesday and 
Saturday afternoons. Nor is "Marge" lacking in determination; whatever she wants and likes 
to do, she sticks to and does well. Her executive ability came to the front when, as Chairman 
of the Class Ring Committee, she quickly and deftly completed arrangements so that there was 
no delay in our possessing the beautiful rings of which we are so justly proud. "Marge" is 
also a swimmer of great prowess, and perhaps in the years to come, when Our College has 
become prosperous she may return as Swimming Instructor to teach in the pool that the Class 
of '34 will donate. 

We feel confident that once having accepted us you will not forget us "Marge," and 
in a chorus bid you "bon voyage." 

Sodality; Le Cercle Francais : Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Presi- 
dent of Athletic Association, 3, 4; Vice-President of Athletic Association, 2; 
Chairman of Ring Committee, 3; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club; Glee 

Club, 1, 2. 


Chicopee, Mass. 

'Her voice, whate'er she said, enchanted ; 
Like music to the heart it went." 

Chicopee boasts of our College, and also of Clara. We have never seen Clara when 
her uniform didn't seem to have just come from the tailors, when every hair wasn't just in the 
right place — and in glancing through her notebooks, we find this same evidence of neatness. 
How do you do it Clara? You also find time to play basketball, skate, play tennis, and above 
all come to class with your lessons prepared. A gift of the gods, surely — this ability to get 
so much accomplished in so short a time. As "Julie" in the play "Richelieu," you also did 
justice to your acting ability. French has always been your strong point, and now we hope 
that you may have the opportunity of teaching others how to appreciate it as much as you 
have in the past. That little knack of pronouncing French words, as if they had fallen from 
the lips of a true Parisian, is certainly something of which to be proud. 

Will you ever forget the first period Junior Year and the second period Seiior Year? 
You'll have to admit they were logical, anyway. We're not the least bit worried about how 
you'll get along in the world. Anyone who can forecast the futures of this year's group of 
Seniors can't help walking hand in hand with dear old Lady Luck! It's only the natural out- 
come of being nothing short of a wizard i 

General Chairman, Junior Prom; Annual College Play; Class Secretary, 4; Sodal- 
ity; Secretary of Dramatic Club, 3; Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; 
he Cercle Francais ; Athletic Association, 2, 3, 4; Class Prophet; Glee Club, 2; 
Basketball, 2, 3, 4; La Corte Castellana, 3, 4; Senior Play. 



Turners Falls, Mass. 

"To listen well is ci second inheritance." 

To look hack over our college days and not see Rose standing out in our memories 
would make the picture incomplete indeed, for even from our very earliest associations with 
her we carry the impression of her friendliness and quiet charm. The frequent visits we made 
to "Rose's room" couldn't possibly be forgotten by- any one of us. As verdant Freshmen, un- 
familiar with our new routine, we labored under the impression that all study periods meant 
a "free" period in the literal sense of the word, and Rose's room was always a haven for us 
from the frowns of our annoyed superiors. Do you remember, Rose, our feverish excitement 
when as Freshmen we sat around and talked and talked of nothing but the all important sub- 
ject of our first "Prom"? . . . how the inevitable questions, "Who is he?" and "What color 
are you wearing?" were tossed to and fro? You were as excited as we, yet you never once 
lost that air of quiet reserve which has always been the envy of the other members of the 
class of '34. As Chairman of Tickets for our Junior Prom, you proved your executive ability 
by the capable way in which you managed to keep the infernal accounts straight! It's a wonder 
she didn't lose her reason simply trying to "collect." It would be fairly difficult to convince 
any of us that Rose won't be a big success in after life, with such a record to fall back on. 

Metaphysical Club, 3; Catholic Action Club; Le Cercle Francais: Chairman of 
Tickets, Junior Prom; Assistant Librarian of Glee Club, 3, 4; Sodality; Class 
Secretary, 1; Athletic Association, 2, 3, 4; Dramatic Club, 4; Senior Play. 



West Springfield, Mass. 

Genteel in personage, 
Conduct, and equipage; 
Noble by heritage, 
Generous and free. 

— Henry Carey. 

Four short lines borrowed from Henry Carey help to give one an idea of Eleanor. 
Diminutive as she is, this only proves that good things come in small packages. So shy and 
unobtrusive is she that often she is not duly accredited for her responses given in a half- 
pianissimo tone. Eleanor is studious at the proper time. When it is time to study, she duti- 
fully drinks in the contents of her book. At playtime, she just as zealously enters into the 
spirit of fun or pleasure. Certainly if capability was ever present in anyone that person is 

There's always a smile on Eleanor's face for everyone . . . except when she is 
pondering over some perplexing problem. She is always ready to help, to give a word of 
advice and to contribute her bit toward a good time. Senior Year we discovered a hidden 
talent in Eleanor. She has a very pleasing voice and managed to keep it hidden from us until 
recently. Her literary talent was a thing unknown to us too, until Senior Year. Then, when 
tryouts were given for the "Elmata" staff it was Eleanor who was awarded the position of 

We're proud of our Eleanor and we wish her the best of success as she ventures forth 
from these portals into what we hope will be for her a world of triumph. 

Catholic Action Club; Secretary of Metaphysical Club, 3; Sodality; Glee Club. 
1, 2; Dramatic Club, 2, 3; Senior Play; Le Cercle Francais; Editor-in-Chief, 
Elmata; Basketball, 2; La Corte Caslellana, 2, 3, 4; Athletic Association, 2; 
Annual College Play; Senior Play. 


Worcester, Mass. 

"A day, an hour of virtuous liberty 
U worth a whole eternity in bondage." 

Ever willing to lend a hand was Shakespeare's Beatrice in "Much Ado About Nothing," 
and ever willing to lend a hand is our own "Bea." Always she retains her characteristic dignity, 
yet there are times when she can giggle with the rest of us and then proceed to wonder why 
she did so. Businesslike in work and play, methodical in study, "Bea" is capability itself. She 
is a staunch believer in "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," and after just so much 
work "Bea" will "take time out," to come back refreshed and ready to settle down once again 
to the business at hand. In moments of distress, we turn to her for sympathy — and get it. 
Seldom does she show provocation, and, when she does, it is not from wrath, but rather be- 
cause she has been cut to the quick. True, she is not very large, but she is a clever and 
intelligent talker and always manages to more than hold her own in all our classes. As for 
style, she seems to be quite the source of advice, and we have yet to see "Bea" looking any- 
thing but "chic." She's never "fussed," or "flustered," and do we envy her that wave in her 
tawny locks! We don't know exactly what she will decide to do in life, but we do know 
she'll be good and make good in whatever she attempts. 

Treasurer of Sodality, 4; Metaphysical Club, 3; Le Cercle Francais ; Class Presi- 
dent, 1; Catholic Action Club; Athletic Association, 2; Basketball, 3. 4; Chair- 
man of Programs, Senior Prom; Associate Editor of Elmata; Dramatic Club; Glee 
Club, 1,2; Chairman of Freshman Reception, 4; Annual College Play, Senior Play. 




North Brookfif.ld, Mass. 
"May me" 

'Whose wit in the eombat, gentle as bright. 
Ne'er carried a heart-Stain away on its blade." 

"The mills, of the gods grind slowly, but they grind surely." Mary entered our portals, 
shy, demure, quiet. As Sophomore year was ushered in, we began to appreciate the humor 
latent behind that shyness; the roguishness behind that "immobile." When we of '34 embarked 
on the third stage of our voyage, the name of our colleen was found in all collegiate affairs. 
As Seniors, we proclaimed our trust and confidence in her ability — we saw her in full command 
— lightening with a firm and diligent hand the trials and tribulations of the Senior Class. It 
is now that that roguish smile is at its best — we learn that her humor is genuine Irish wit. To 
the same degree that her wit is genuine, so, her logic is firm. Her philosophy would make 
any college professor feel that his point has penetrated at least one soul. "Mayme" is one of 
our Salvationists in any philosophy oral, and what feeling is more consoling than to know that 
there is someone who will come to the rescue when the mind of one less logical than she grows 
absolutely blank and we ponder on the Rationalists in vain. Our "commander" is a striking 
example of balance — grave seriousness on one side, and clever jollity on the other, with deep 
intelligence as the crowning force. 

To our champion of wit, to our defender of thesis, to our Senior president, '34 sends 
the trophy of Good Fortune! 

Class President, 4; Class Vice-President. 2; Le Cercle Frangais; President of 

Metaphysical Club, 3; President of Catholic Action Club; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; 

Sodality; Humor Editor, Elmata: Vice-President of Athletic Association, 3; 
Annual College Play; Senior Play. 


"Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm." 

Vivacity personified is this tall slim girl with the lovely brown eyes! She is animation 
from the soles of her feet, which are never still, ro the crown of her head, which she holds 
proudly and with just the right degree of self-assurance. From the beginning, her exterior 
gaiety has balanced her brilliant mind and clever facility for quickly grasping difficult prob- 
lems in all fields, made her stand out. She was immediately hailed as one of the scholars of 
the Class of '34, and has to the end maintained a splendid record in affairs scholastic. Her 
versatility, if not her vivaciousness, has endeared her to her teachers. Her generously given 
assistance in working out Physics problems made her a public benefactor. Incredible as it 
may seem, she was one of our social celebrities; every Prom was graced by her presence — 
more than once we listened breathlessly while she told of some football game she chanced to 
attend over the week-end, always adding to the effect by the gracful and clever manipulation 
of her expressive hands. "Woodie", as she frequently was called, will always be remembered 
for her spontaneous laughter which she accompanied invariably by the placing of a hand on 
either side of her head and by rocking from side to side. 

"Woodie" was one of our "social lights," but she can be serious, too, and we're willing 
to wager that she will always be on more than speaking terms with success! 

Assistant Editor Elmata; Chairman of Programs, Junior Prom; Chairman of 
Decorations, Senior Prom; Sodality; Le Cercle Francais; Metaphysical Club, 3; 
Catholic Action Club; Glee Club, 2; Dramatic Club; Basketball, 2, 3, 4; Athletic 
Association, 2; Debating Club, 3, 4; Senior Play. 


The Class of '34 

Eileen M. Larkin 

IT was on the eighteenth of September, way back in '30, that we. the sisters of the Charter 
Class matriculated (as Freshmen) at "The Elms." Bravely did we face the battery of in- 
quiring eyes turned upon us by our wisers and — er-a elders, to whom we are eternally 
grateful for their guiding information regarding bells, bed stripping and for the early admoni- 
tion: "Never accept anything on rumor" — "thereby hangs a tale." 

"First impressions are lasting" so I trust that all of you remember that it was on a Thursday 
night that we partook of our first meal here and "hashed things over." And that first French 
Class — remember the dictation! No? But then all were not afflicted in the same way. "Loin des 
yeux, loin du coeur" was unmistakably disproven in those days and we did not need French 
debates to do it — just a little salt and water. Heu mihi ! Well, we of the low-waistline, black 
stocking and board-walk era duly travelled the board walk, elected Beatrice Smith as our Class 
President, Rose O'Keefe as our Vice-President, Catherine Gannon as our Secretary and Mary 
Lynn as our Treasurer, joined the Sodality, the French Club, Glee Club, Athletic Association, 
founded the Royal Order of Organ Movers. In due recognition of our merit, the other classes gave 
us a party. We passed the social exam and eagerly awaited our coming mid-term and mid-years! 
There is a sundial (not the one in the Cathedral Square at Milan) which reads "Count only the 
golden hours." Were we to abide by this principle, and were this written for only a few of 
us — exams would not merit recording, but there are the students among us who have a right to 
reminisce over their field of battle and glory. 

Thanksgiving found us homeward bound with arms straining with books — well, "we live and 
learn." The year unfolded, with its "rainy nights," when we were lulled to sleep by the "drip, drip, 
drip," of the rain drops; races from the Spaulding House; skating in Van Horn; controversy over the 
pronunciations, defended or opposed by Eastern and Western Massachusetts respectively; receiv- 
ing an added member; until the Christmas Play, in which Alice Hanan first gave us proof of her 
dramatic ability and Marjorie McManus came to the aid of a fainting angel. All this heralded our 
Christmas vacation, which came and went like the boxes from home — much too soon. 

The dreaded mid-years were followed by (a week-end at home and) a consoling retreat with 
Father Mattimore, S. J., who proved unquestionably that "you can't be naughty and yet be nice." 
When our mental and spiritual development had been thus adequately taken care of for the time being, 
the Holy Cross Concert gave us a much needed social fling, even though some of us did not deign 
to dance. Lent found us sobered down to routine again, while Sunday inspection of the "new build- 
ing" and conducted tours up to the tower became our favorite pastime until the arrival of Easter, 
which brought with it blessed relief and relaxation. 

Tripping back in our Easter bonnets, we resumed studies on April thirteenth, in the new build- 
ma'. History had the honor of initiating us to "these holy realms." After acclimating ourselves, 
our fancy lightly turned to thoughts of the Prom, the first Prom of the College, the Junior Prom 
of the Charter Class! Programs were not made out the last minute, and in the interim — marks for 
the quarter were read, just to keep us down to earth. May twelfth was the day of our reception 
into the Sodality, and, on this occasion, Father George Shea addressed us. At last the Junior Prom 
arrived and that first grand march in the stately auditorium is something we will always remember. 
Those were the days when proms lasted 'til two and we could go home after them. Heu mihi again! 

Singing was in order, and I may add, in demand, almost every day after the prom in prepara- 
tion for the concert in connection with the Elocution Contest which was held on May 27th. 


That night we certainly shone! Catherine Gannon captured first prize — Claudia Fleming did ad- 
mirably, the Glee Club had as accompanist Margaret Berger, while the remainder of the class 
reminded those interested that "Sandman Am a Softly Comin'." Finals surrounded the contest and 
we were tired out after them. On our last night we were royally entertained by the French Club's 
presentation of "Fabiola" over in the Casino, when Margaret Berger, Catherine Gannon and Marge 
McManus were worthy "Femmes Chretiennes." Mass the next morning, followed by reading of the 
marks, brought to a close a full year. Sitting on trunks and rushing for taxies were the last 
glimpses we had of each other after fond fond farewells and promises to write. (Remember we 
were only Freshmen.) 


With experience giving us that knowing look, we returned to O. L. E. lacking two of our 
former members and gaining a new one. Two nights after the arrival of the Freshmen we gave them 
an opportunity to make themselves known — which they did. With a new year came two new 
members of the faculty, a course in Chemistry and Physical Ed., and study in the new building. The 
new building was nice — but! 

As it was the custom to elect class officers early, we did so on October 13th, with the result that 
Grace Collins was President, Mary Winifred Sullivan, Vice-President; Alice Hanan, Secretary, and 
Eileen Larkin. Treasurer. The old order changed, bringing us retreat time in October with Father 
Williams, S. J., as Retreat Master, who admonished us to "Keep the Gate." After seeing the cruel 
world we returned to find strange things about. The "Garret Girls" kept in trim with the aid of 
Garibaldi every night after study. The work-out was accompanied by our theme song, Til Be 
Glad When You're Dead, You Rascal You" with Mary B. Donahue as soloist. 

Rules were read and exams wrought their havoc. However, Thanksgiving followed close on 
their heels, relieving our fact-packed intellects. Our chaplain was settled in the Spaulding house by 
this time. Quite a little community we were getting to be — chapel, store, heat, hairdressers. With 
marks fresh in our minds, our curricula demanded our attention until the big Christmas Party, the 
first in the Administration Building, came with softly-sweet strains of "Silent Night" floating down 
to the Rotunda and introducing the Concert of Christmas Carols by the Glee Club. Refreshment*, 
in O'Leary followed the distribution of gifts by our original Santa Claus. Next day — HOME. 

With the New Year and new resolutions, we again launched into the struggle and learned that 
rubbing alcohol is not found free in nature — when came exams again, with French Orals in the 
lead, and climaxed by the Junior Prom on January 29th. With "Good Night Sweetheart" we turned 
to our respective homes, after learning the lesson never, never to have a prom finish up exam week. 

After we received the inevitable marks. Dr. Paulding came on March 4th and gave "Richelieu" 
in his inimitable way. For variety, basketball games and class pictures occupied our attention until 
a program on St. Patrick's Day, when we sat for, listened to and laughed at the stories which Father 
Doyle told us, until our sides literally ached. With the first day of Spring came quarterly exams, and 
again Easter vacation came to our rescue. 

Shortly after returning, campus scenery exclusively was enjoyed until our steps were permitted 
to wander. They wandered to the Holy Cross Concert on April 22nd, which again gave us keen 
enjoyment. Commencement songs, outdoor baseball, strawberry shortcake (honestly) and tennis 
were sure signs that summer and vacation were not too far away. With the warmer weather came 
the Formal Reception into the Sodality on May 19th, which was followed by the Sophomore Class 
Play in the interclass contest — namely "The Flower Shop." 

Finals and that English Oral. "My Goo'ness, Were We Persuasive." On June 6th the Senior 
Class presented Sheridan's "Rivals." The next day the Athletic Banquet was held, and, on June 
8th, the Oratorical Contest took place again. Once more Catherine Gannon captured first prize and 
Claudia Fleming competed with credit. June 9th was Class Day and everyone turned out to witness 



the "Charter Elm" planting (it is doing nicely — thank you). The next evening, in all the heat, 
marks were read. Baccalaureate Sunday was next on the program, and our Most Rev. President, 
Bishop O'Leary, graced the occasion by his presence. The next day was a busy one; it was the 
occasion of the first Commencement of the College of O. L. E. and that meant losing the Charter 
Class, our friends; but it also was the day of the Senior Prom. Home from the Prom meant home 
for the summer, so the farewells were more brief this year. 


On September l 5th we tegistered for our Junior Year, missed one from our class and the Seniors, 
inspected the Freshmen, and elected class officers in the persons of Grace Collins, President; Ger- 
trude Flannery, Vice-President; Mary Lynn, Secretary, and Eileen Larkin, Treasurer. 

Being Juniors meant taking on Biology and Philosophy, where the mysterious "per se infallible" 
was translated. In connection with this we joined the Metaphysical Club and elected Mary Sullivan, 
President ; Mary Lynn, Vice-President, and Eleanor Peck, Secretary. Anxious to enjoy our privileges, 
we elected Marge McManus chairman of our ring committee, and, with the falling leaves, retreat 
with Father Stimpson, S. J., began. Recreation was devoted to "Casey." From deep, deep thoughts 
we turned to a Hallowe'en Party and a concert by the Musical Clubs. Returning from Thanksgiving 
holidays, we flaunted our class rings, were entertained by Dr. Paulding's presentation of Sheridan's 
"School For Scandal," had a real turkey dinner, a Christmas party with carols and tree, which was 
becoming traditional in our young college, and were back again in "home sweet home." 

On January 1 5th, Bishop O'Leary blessed the Administration Building on the occasion of Cap 
and Gown Sunday, while the Class of '34 lent the proper dignity to the occasion. Another re- 
minder that we were Juniors came with the election of Junior Prom chairmen, Clara Moynahan 
being chosen as General Chairman. To prove that we were not beautiful but dumb, mid-years were 
undertaken — "Citez dix vers" — remember? Father Hurley spoke on Our Lady of Lourdes; the 
Sodality held a Mother-Daughter Tea, with "Castles In Spain" helping. 

On February 24th we held our Junior Prom. We even surprised ourselves with its success, and, 
by unanimous consent, it was the best yet! "Dancing in the Dark" to Ed. Murphy's orchestra "helped 
much" to leave such a favorable impression. With the Holy Cross Concert we again closed our social 

season until Lent was over. However, to pass the time, the "Feast of Back-us" in Room , 

St. Patrick's week-end, futile attempts to issue script, basketball, and quarterlies, with April Fool in 
their midst, were enjoyed. 

Back from Easter vacation, "Junior Day" was observed in "Oral Expression" class: Ships at 
Sea; "The organ hesitated" — blank; one thing alone I know — blank. Well, we enjoyed it. Tennis 
again meant Spring again. In its train were "Papa" Lynn, the Oratorical Contest and Catherine 
Gannon capturing second prize, B/«f-books with hot, hot days and afternoon cooling systems. Orals — 
(oh, me!). Senior presentation of "The Taming of the Shrew," the Junior-Senior Picnic at Crystal 
Lake, which was a keen treat if we do say so, followed by Class Day, when freckles and sunburns 
enhanced by crisp organdies were endorsed. Duly balmed, we carried on to the picturesque Senior 
Prom, and "dawnced and dawnced," oblivious to the roars of a raging electric storm. On Bacca- 
laureate Sunday we had as guest speaker Father Dolan, S. J., and with the news that the year-books 
were out we autographed to our heart's content. The following day was Commencement and officially 
the Seniors were given a worthy farewell; Bishop O'Leary wished them Godspeed, while the added 
honor of Mrs. Alfred E. Smith's presence was enjoyed. It was all over in a hustle — then home and 
trunks to unpack. 


With our silver shining, we, the Gold-Coast Dwellers, determined to make it a worthwhile 
year, returned for the final round of our college course. Being very quiet young ladies, we spent 

many of the first few days in the browsing room, but on "looking up" some of our classmates we 
found that there was one of us missing — and we missed her. In compliance with the new schedule 
we elected class officers, namely: President, Mary Sullivan; Vice-President, Alice Hanan ; Secretary, 
Clara Moynahan; Treasurer, Eileen Larkin. On the same day two Seniors (a hem) were elected 
to Sodality offices; Claudia Fleming was made Prefect, and Beatrice Smith, Treasurer. The follow- 
ing night was Elms Night, of which Beatrice Smith was the capable chairman, and for the opening of 
which "Sweetheart Darlin' " was in demand. On October 3rd, the Athletic Association re-elected as 
President Marjorie McManus. Elections with Seniors in the limelight being in vogue, the Musical 
Clubs on October 9th elected Margaret Berger as President and Rose O'Keefe as Assistant Librarian, 
while the Dramatic Club and the Debating Club elected Catherine Gannon as President. About this 
time the Catholic Action Club chose as its President, Mary Sullivan; Vice-President, Clara Moynahan; 
Secretary, Mary Lynn. 

Election results having gone to our heads we played "statue" on the lawn of O'Leary; that is 
most of us had happy landings on the lawn. Retreat sobered us under the guidance of Father 
James J. Kelly, S. J., whom we will always remember and quote in "It is later than you think." 
It took all our time, this business of being Seniors. Cap and Gown Sunday was commemorated in 
an unprecedented manner, with a Barn Dance given by the Sophomores on the eve, the Sunday 
itself being commemorated by the presence of Bishop O'Leary and the sincerely appreciated tribute 
of Father Doyle. The Junior reception followed, and a banquet at the Highland completed a 
genuinely enjoyed week-end. We had one good time. 

On October 30th the Shakespeare Institute conducted by Dr. Paulding began. Five comedies 
and five tragedies were superbly given while "Hamlet" and "Romeo and Juliet" merit special men- 
tion. Exams were followed by Thanksgiving, which saved us from collapse, and late marks were 
read. We were setting a new standard as Seniors. Late Thanksgiving brought an early Christmas, 
and once more for the last time we enjoyed the Christmas Party in its beautiful setting. Christmas 
brought an honest to goodness rest. 

Returning meant walking into fifteen exams, but to distract our attention "Richelieu" was given 
as the College Play, Catherine Gannon and Clara Moynahan in the leads, and with Seniors support- 
ing. The Junior Prom drowned our sorrows, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. The Winter 
Carnival effect was effective — ask a Junior! This reminded us that we had a Prom to conduct so 
immediately we chose the officials, the general chairmanship being entrusted to Grace Collins. Soon 
after, the youngsters from Holy Cross (that college in Worcester) again entertained and so we old- 
timers decided to take in the last one. True to custom — the music was thrilling. 

Early Lent brought with it an unexpected treat in Father Hubbard, S. J. (The Glacier Priest). 
He had us spellbound and had he wished it, we would have listened to him interminably. Another 
distinguished guest at this time was our old friend Dr. Paulding who returned to give us Calderon's 
"Mighty Magician." The unwanted guest — or rather, spectre. Exam, made its presence felt again — 
and again we were revived by Easter Vacation. 

Waxed floors greeted us on our return. Mild days brought out roller-skating Freshmen and 
strolling Seniors, and the fact that on a future day not so far away we would be among the "A. B's." 
Plans for the annual entertainment of the Musical Clubs and the Dramatic Society were well under- 
way, and the thoughts of exams were again threatening, black on our horizon. At least our marks 
were read publicly for the last time. Thus far is our history. 

The College Calendar plus a determination to enjoy our last months together is the only 
prophecy we have for the last of our college years. As for the things of the future — say we, 

"Hitch your wagon to a star, 
Hold the reins, and — there you are!" 


1954^^ E 


Class Prophecy 

Clara M. Moynahan 

Life, What Is It But a Dream 

A boat beneath a sunn) sky. lingering onward, dreamily, on an evening in July- 
Long has paled the sunny sky 
Echoes jade and mem'ries die 

Autumn frosts have slain July, as still she haunts me, Phantom wise. 
Alice, moving under skies never seen by waking eyes. 
In a Wonderland she lies. 

Dreaming as the summer dies, drifting down the stream — 
Ah. the golden gleam — 
Life — what is it but a dream? 

I WAS beginning to get very tired of sitting be- 
side my sister on the bank, and of having nothing 
to do. Once or twice, I had peeped into the 
book she was reading, but it had no pictures or 
conversations in it, and what is the use of a book 
without pictures or conversations? 

So I was considering in my own mind (as well 
as I could, for the hot day made me feel very sleepy 
and stupid) whether the pleasure of making a daisy 
chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and 
picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit 
with pink eyes ran close by me. 

There was nothing so very remarkable in that, 
nor did I think it so very much out of the way to 
hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! 
I shall be too late." (When I thought it over after- 
wards, it occurred to me that I ought to have won- 
dered at this but at the time it all seemed quite 
natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch 
out of its waistcoat pocket and looked at it, and then 
hurried on, I started to my feet, for it flashed across 
my mind that I had never before seen a rabbit with 
either a waistcoat pocket, or a watch to take out of 
it. Burning with curiosity, I ran across the field 
after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop 
down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. 

In another moment, down I went after it, never 
once considering how in the world I was to get out 

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for 
some distance and then dipped suddenly down, so 
suddenly that 1 had not a moment to think about 
myself before I found I was falling down a very 
deep well. Down, down I fell — then I began to 
notice shelves with labels on them, on the sides of 
the well. One of them read 1936, another 1939; 
finally I realized that these were years I was passing. 
Alas! I couldn't stop long enough to investigate 
these years, but must keep on and on until suddenly 
thump, thump, down I came upon a heap of dry 
leaves and the fall was over. 

I had dropped right into the year 1944. Heavens, 
10 years had passed. While I was bitterly resenting 
the quick passage of time, I was startled by a pathetic 
squeak: "Oh, look what you've done! You've spoiled 
my beautiful fur." I looked down and there at my feet 
was a most unusual looking bug — very much like a 
caterpillar grown too big. The bug continued, "Just 
because you're big, Clara, you don't have to step on 
me. Why don't you look where you're going?" 
Then it groaned again. Thunderstruck at hearing 
my name, I shouted "Who are you?" "Don't you 
know me?" asked the fantastic bug. "Why, I'm 
Florence Fortin." "Heavens, Florence, what hap- 
pened to you?" "In my scientific research I was 
crossing the glands of a caterpillar with those of a 
human, in order to make women more beautiful — 
veritable butterflies. You know how a business like 
this would pay! Well, I became so interested, and 
as I could hot find a subject I had to experiment on 
myself! Look at the result. Oh, dear — this is what 
lab. work did to me. Oh dear — oh dear — " Im- 
mediately the two of us shed oceans of tears over 
the fate of poor Florence and we swam along in the 
flood. At length I reached the shore, and looked 
down on my wet clothes. How could I ever get dry 
before catching cold? 

"I will soon get you dry." At the sound I looked 
up and there standing before me was a personage in 
long, flowing academic robes with an atmosphere of 
degrees all over her — Ph.D., LL.D., etc. The per- 
sonage continued, "You'll soon be dry, for now I 
will recite to you the driest facts in history. Ahem," 
she said, with an important air, "are you ready? 
This is the driest thing I know. Silence, if you 
please! William the Conqueror, whose cause was 
favored by the Pope, was soon victorious over the 
English, who wanted leaders and had been of late 
much given to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and 
Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria — " I 
looked down at my clothes: they were thoroughly 
dry! As the droning went on without any sign of 



ceasing, I looked up and, with a little shiver, 1 rec- 
ognized Catherine Gannon at her most eloquent. As 
I was now dry, I escaped immediately and hurried 
along the path. 

As I ran along I noticed someone in front of me, 
walking slowly and looking eagerly to right and left 
as though searching for something. I approached 
and heard her saying, "Oh dear, I must find those 
gloves." Soon she went up the steps of a house and 
entered. I followed, and, on the nameplate, I saw 
P. Collins. Of course, I should have known it, for 
one could not fail to remember Pat's forgetfulness. 
I later found out that Pat was head of the Bureau 
of Missing Persons. 

I turned away from the house and there, on the 
branches of a tree, I was startled to see a large cat 
wearing a grin from ear to ear. Of course! it was 
the Cheshire cat. "Cheshire Puss," 1 began very 
timidly, for I didn't at all know whether it would 
like the name. However it only grinned a little 
wider. "Ah, it is pleased so far," I thought, encour- 
aged I went on, "Would you tell me, please, in 
which direction I must go to see the rest of my 
classmates?" "In that direction," the cat said waving 
its right paw around, "is the College of Our Lady of 
Elms, and in that direction," waving the other paw, 
"is Alumnae Town. Visit either you like. They're 
both mad." "But I don't want to go among mad 
people!" "You can't help it," said the cat, "You're 
mad, I'm mad." "But I'm not mad," I cried. "You 
must be," said the cat, "or you wouldn't be a 
prophet." Before I could dispute it, the cat and his 
grin disappeared, so I walked along the beautiful 
woodland path and came upon a sweet, dear, little 
cottage. Little kiddy-cars, swings and toys dotted 
the lawn. I decided to stop here; it was so peaceful 
and surely I would get a sensible answer to my ques- 
tions. Suddenly I heard a clatter of dishes, then a 
voice was raised which sounded suspiciously like 
Grace Collins', saying "I'm going home to Mother." 
I hurried along, dodging china which was flying 
through the doors and windows. 

I rushed on and was suddenly confronted with a 
gate over which was the sign "Alumnae Town." 
There was neither a wall nor a fence, just a gate. 
Things were getting curiouser and curiouser — I had 
seen a wall without a gate, but never had I seen a 
gate without a wall! I rang the large bell on the 
gate and immediately the disciplinarian came and re- 
proved me sternly, waving her hands in the air. "My 
dear, that isn't at all the proper form. You must 
enter first and then ring the bell for admittance." I 
did so, although I thought it rather foolish. When 
I rang the bell, it sounded distinctly like a tea bell 
and sure enough, there was a tea party in progress. 
On the lawn was a long table set with many places, 
and only three persons seated at the table. I ad- 
vanced and immediately the three set up a clamor, 
"No room! No room!" I knew instantly from their 
courteous manner that they were some of my class- 
mates; so I approached them boldly. I didn't recog- 

nize them, because 10 years makes a difference in 
any woman's appearance. I was just about to lift 
my tea cup when a sudden movement on the opposite 
side of the table attracted my attention. The tallest 
member of the group was up on the table, and began 
to execute a most exotic, most exciting oriental dance. 
She swirled, she swayed, she all but swooned. Im- 
mediately I knew who this one was: it couldn't pos- 
sibly be anyone else — so in my most reproving man- 
ner I said, "Edna Wood." The figure whirled toward 
me, "I am not Edna Wood. I am ze great whatsis, 
I have dance before ze kings, queens, rajahs, czars 
an' all ze ozzers. I am ze great teacher of ze dance. 
Tonight, me, I dance before ze Mayor of Alumnae 
Town — Who are you?" "Me? why I'm Clara!" 
"Oh." Immediately her professional manner dropped 
from her, and she gracefully jumped to the ground. 

Then I heard a snap and looked over at the second 
member of the group who said, thoughtfully, chew- 
ing her gum, "Oh yes, she's the very best dancer." 
And who should it be but Gert Flannery. When I 
asked her how the years had treated her, she launched 
into a lengthy description of her phenomenal suc- 
cess. She had invented a new kind of dress snap, 
made of chewing gum. "You see," said Gert, 
"they're the very best snaps. They give and give but 
never pull apart. And I got the idea in the twinkle 
of an eye." Very bright girl, Gert! Suddenly I 
heard "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle." This brought 
my attention to the third member of the group. She- 
was sleeping with her head on a tea cup and drowsily 
she chanted, "Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle." The other 
two pinched her until she raised her head and I 
recognized Eileen Larkin. "Good heavens," I said 
to the others, "what is the matter with her? Has 
she sleeping sickness?" Gert and Edna propped 
Eileen up and urged her to tell her story in a hurry, 
before she fell completely asleep again. Then, in a 
great rush, Eileen began, "I've been up to the Arctic 
Circle looking for the Arctic flea." "Arctic flea," I 
shouted! "Yes," she answered, "you've heard of 
Indians that bite the dust; well, this is a flea that 
bites the snow. I had to go up during the Arctic 
day which is six months long, so I had no sleep all 
that time, because I've been straining my eyes look- 
ing for that flea, and now that I'm home, I have to 
catch up on six months' lost sleep." She yawned 
and slumped down comfortably against a teapot but 
I, interested in fleas because of my studies in science, 
shouted, "Did you get it, Eileen?" "No," she 
yawned, and promptly nestled closer to the teapot. 
Imagine anyone falling asleep when Edna danced or 
Gert snapped her gum in a manner guaranteed to 
keep the dead awake. Presently, Edna jumped up 
and started off. When I asked her where she was 
going, she airily waved her hand, drawling, "Oh. 
my public, you know." Then in a snap Gert was 
gone. So I rose and wandered on, leaving Eileen 
dreaming of the flea she didn't find. 

Ahead of me, I saw a huge bunch of colored bal- 
loons. The vendor looked very familiar. When she 

lifted her voice in song, all doubt vanished — I knew 
1 could never mistake Margaret Berger. I was 
amused to hear her and listened intently, as she 
offered her balloons for sale. After I had spoken 
to her, she told me about the circus in town. She 
advised me to be sure to attend it, because many 
surprises awaited me. Curious, I left Margaret sing- 
ing her song, "Who will buy my balloons?" and 
hurried to the circus. 

The first thing that attracted my attention was a 
voice crying out, "Right this way, Ladies and Gentle- 
men, step right this way. See the beautiful, the tan- 
talizing, the stoooopendous snake charmer — the glam- 
orous, the gorgeous Rosina of the circus! Only 
one-tenth of a dollar — one thin dime!" I walked 
over and pleased, but perplexed, I recognized Alice 
Hanan. She in turn knew me, "Go on in," she said, 
"it will be worth your money." I did so. My 
mouth dropped open, my eyes grew as big as mill 
ponds for there before me I saw to my horror, the 
glamorous Rosina, but, when I knew her, her name 
was Eleanor Peck. Oh, my shy, retiring little 
Eleanor! I rushed from the tent into a voice that 
shouted, "Where do you think you're going in such 
a hurry, knocking people down and creating a dis- 
turbance.-'" I looked up and nodded approval, I 
always thought McManus was a good name for a 
cop. I asked the way to the Town Hall and having 
found out I hurried away in that direction. Strange 
to say, in this strange town, I found the Hall and 
entered, not without considerable trepidation. Only 
the fates knew what lay in store here. 1 was notic- 
ing the many impressive offices, when I heard the 
sound of weeping. Investigating, I found myself at 
the door of the jail, and there, behind the bars, was 
much weaving and waving and flashing of hands. 
Immediately, I knew it was Mary Clancy. I asked 
her why she wept and how she happened to be here. 
She answered that she had been arrested and was 
awaiting her trial that afternoon. She enlarged upon 
her woes, saying she had been accused of causing a 
disturbance of the air currents. I soon left Mary 
and made my way to the Mayor's office. When I 
entered, all I could see was feet, two great feet, 
firmly planted on the desk. I walked around the 
barricade, and was greatly surprised to recognize 
Claudia Fleming, supposedly deep in meditation over 
some affairs of the state. This was the first time 
I had noticed Claudia snored while thinking. I 
coughed discreetly — down came the feet with a bang. 

"Yes," she said importantly, "that's how I'll settle 
that case." Then she recognized me and invited me 
to be seated. She drew toward her a silver box, 
opened it with a flourish and offered me a bonbon. 
While we munched, I mentioned poor Mary's fate. 
Claudia said the trial would take place that after- 
noon. When I asked her who the judge was, she 
answered that she was the most harsh, the most cruel 
judge in the annals of the Massachusetts Bar. At this 
moment, the door was flung open and Her Honor, 
Judge R. O'Keefe, stamped in, shouting "Off with 
her hands! Off with her hands!" She became a 
little calmer when she recognized me. My two 
friends then invited me to dinner. I accepted, and 
we walked down the street until we reached a palatial 
restaurant above which was the sign, "Sullivan's 
Spaghetti Palace." The name seemed familiar, and, 
sure enough, as we entered there was Mary Sullivan, 
nodding, smiling and rubbing her hands as she led 
patrons to tables. When she saw us, she insisted 
that she serve us herself. I didn't know what to 
order. Mary suggested "Lynn's Little Lamb Chops." 
When I gasped and showed surprise at the mention 
of the name, I was informed that Mary Lynn was 
a very famous person and she owed it all to "Lynn's 
Little Lamb Chops." However, after the meal, I 
began to feel decidely queer. My friends were ap- 
parently in the best of health, but then, they were 
used to the diet. They hailed a tortoise cab that 
was crawling by and took me to Dr. B. Smith. In 
the person of this doctor, I found another of my 
old classmates. She gave me something so awful 
thai I felt worse, but I really felt better because I 
felt so bad that I forgot how bad I felt before. 

The Mayor took her watch out, and said, "Good- 
ness, it's six o'clock." Dr. Smith said impatiently. 
"It's always six o'clock." Then we all went to the 
Town Hall where the dance was to be held. As I 
moved around among all my classmates, I smiled be- 
nignly on them, and all but burst with proud com- 
placence, because I saw they were such a credit to 
O. L. E. I was so happy that I was content to 
crawl back through the rabbit hole, and wait 
patiently for the ten years to pass so the world might 
see at last and really appreciate the remarkable 
talents each of these girls had hidden away under 
p. bushel of apparently unproductive brains. Yes — 
yes, indeed — the world will some day see, as I have 
seen, what wonders, what marvels of intellectual 
strength these — my Classmates — really are. 



Class Will 

ffirt all mm knout bif Hjcur urrflrttiB: we, the Class of 1934 of the College 
of Our Lady of the Elms, being of sound mind, do hereby make, publish and declare 
this, our last will and testament, hereby revoking any and all wills heretofore executed 
by us. 

To the College we bequeath our love and gratitude for our association of four 

To the Faculty, our heartfelt appreciation for all they have done for us. 

To the Junior Day Students we bequeath talking pictures of us, so that they will 
not be lonesome in the study hall next year. 

To the entire Junior Class, we recommend that they explain Apologetics under a 
sky studded with stars, and in the moonlight, to anyone who may be interested. 

To the Sophomores, our Sister Class, we leave our "humor," and our love of good 
times, which we hope they will cherish and develop as much as we did. 

To the Freshman Class we leave our good wishes, and the obligation to protect the 
places we occupied in Physics, namely, the last two rows. 

Margaret Berger bequeaths the care of the Glee Club banner, with instructions that 
it be wrapped carefully after every appearance, to the next President of the Glee Club; 
also, her subscription to the Good Housekeeping Magazine to anyone desirous of 
obtaining it. 

Mary Clancy leaves her address book of people in Holyoke, Westfield, Northamp- 
ton and Amherst to Monica King, with the instructions that she use the telephone. 

Patricia Collins bequeaths a list of garages and repair shops to any day students 
who may have trouble with their automobiles, especially during cold weather. 

Gertrude Flannery leaves her hand-book on "Acquiring Perfection in English 
Grammar," to Cecelia Sullivan, in reward for the many services rendered. To Catherine 
Germaine she tells the secret of obtaining a ride in Father X's car when she will have 
missed the last bus. 

Claudia Fleming, the Prefect of the Sodality, bequeaths to the next Prefect her 
conscientiousness in all things pertaining to the Sodality. To Rita Mclnnis she donates 
the chair in which she was pushed around on the dance floor the night of our Junior 

Florence Fortin leaves her artistic ability to anyone who can use it half as well as 
she can. 

Catherine Gannon leaves the office of President of the Dramatic Club to Kathleen 
Mungiven ; also, her Pullman tablecloths, to be divided among the members of the Junior 

Alice Hanan bequeaths her curling iron and her ability to burn her neck to any 
girl desirous of beautifying herself, in particular Claire Reavy. Her success as Business 



Manager of our Year Book she leaves to next year's Business Manager, with the admoni- 
tion that she take refusals good-naturedly, if at all. 

Eileen Larkin bequeaths her frigid room to Commander Byrd so that he can study 
the Antarctic region right near home. 

Mary Lynn leaves a ship in which to retreat when the embarrassing habit of blush- 
ing about certain people from a certain school becomes unbearable, to Catherine Germaine, 
Louise Welsh and Claire Reavy. 

Marjorie McManus establishes a fund to provide steak to be served exclusively, 
Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays. 

Clara Moynahan leaves her nonchalance, which she lost the night of the Elm s 
Alumnae dance to Mary Louise Smith, if she can find it. 

Rose O'Keefe bequeaths her electrical appliances to the Sophomores, especially Mary 
Murphy, and her white house with green blinds, and contents, to an Idealist. 

Eleanor Peck leaves her excellent French accent to Betty McCarthy, her habit of 
arriving in school humming to Margaret Waltz, and the capable way in which she has 
edited our Year Book to anyone who wants the job. 

Beatrice Smith bequeaths "Donald" as a mascot to Dorothy Wildman and Betty 
Hannigan, and her romantic role in "Cyrano de Bergerac" to Gertrude Fish. 

Mary Sullivan bequeaths her ability to imitate certain people to Ruth Hanan. As 
President of our class she leaves the arduous task, and the excellent way in which she 
has managed it, to any Senior Class President who may follow her. 

Edna Wood bequeaths her custom of attending the theater after classes, afternoons 
and well escorted, to Betty Kelliher. To Geraldine Aronson she leaves the contents of 
her jacket pocket. 

To everyone connected with the College, we, the Class of 1934, leave a fond fare- 
well, with sincere wishes for your happiness. 

In witness whereof I here set my hand and seal this 6th day of June, 1934. 


Gracl M. Collins, 

for the Class of 1934- 



The Junior Class 

President, Grace C. Kaley 
Vice-President, Frances D. Hardiman 
Secretary, Dorothy M. Dowd 
Treasurer, Alice R. Moline 

GRAVE and serious is the Junior Class, and naturally: their next responsibility is 
to shoulder the exacting duty of filling our places as Seniors! Certainly serious- 
ness is in order. They have spent three years in our College and realize how 
quickly and fleetingly time passes. They have many engaging and laudable qualities, 
among them a quiet realization that life is real, a grave dignity, and a sincere desire to 
make the most of their exceptional opportunities at "The Elms." 

Fame has come more than once to the members of this gifted class, in their various 
parties, their original and delightful Prom, and their merited victory in the Class Play 

We confidently leave in their hands the high standards and ideals of the College, 
and the Class of '34 knows that they, as next year's Seniors, will prove themselves worthy 
successors to those who make up the "advance guard." 

May they reign and prosper until their seriousness spells success, their dignity com- 
mands respect, and their record brings a glow of pride to the beloved teachers of "Our 
Lady of the Elms." 


Junior Directory 

Doris Clement 

Catherine Conaty 

Dorothy Dowd 

Clare Dugan 


Mildred Erickson 


Gertrude Fish 

Celia Ford 


Mary Galway 

Bellows Falls 
Mary Giblin 


Irene Glista 


Ruth Grady 


Frances Hardiman 

Elmeda Harty 


Mary Houlihan 

F. Barbara Hughes 


Grace Kaley 


Elizabeth Kelleher 


Mary King 

Katherine McDonough 


Rita McInnis 


Anna McLellan 


Alice Moline 


Kathleen Mungiven 


Rita O'Dea 


Stella Shaughness 

Jamaica, N. Y. 

Mary Louise Smith 

New Britain 

Julia Toole 


Margaret Waltz 


The Sophomore Class 

President. Vivianne E. Wallace 
Vice-President, Dorothy R. Cruze 
Secretary, Ruth M. Hanan 
Treasurer, Kathleen L. O'Leary 

OUR sister class! — a little more dignified (as if that were necessary!), a little more 
mature, and a little more accustomed to facing the responsibilities of college 
life with the confident smile of a near Junior! They have given enthusiastic sup- 
port to debating, Glee Club, dramatics and basketball. The Sophomores can always be 
counted on to come through more than one hundred per cent — always ready to lend 
twenty or thirty helping hands to perform unobtrusive little duties and to aid in sur- 
mounting difficulties. The halls of O. L. E. resound with their happy chatter, and 
ringing laughter: her classrooms know how earnest they can be. Grouped together about 
a table in the library, studying in the browsing room, or noisily preparing for class in 
the home room, their presence is felt, observed, heard and encountered. They may hide 
their light, but they never hide their noise under a bushel. No bushel could do it! 

They deftly planned and gave a Hallowe'en party that had only one bad feature: 
it ended. 

We are proud of the Sophomores and happy to have known them. Best of luck, 
to you, our Sister Class! We extend sympathy to succeeding classes: they must try to 
fill the place you occupied during your busy days as "Sophs.'' 



Sophomore Directory 

Bertice M. Andrews 


Rita M. Buckley 


Margaret M. Canavan 
West Springfield 

Mary A. Clifford 


Elizabeth P. Conway 

Dorothy R. Cruze 


Alice Donellan 


Margaret M. Driscoll 


Elizabeth M. Fitzpatrick 


Mary E. Foley 


Philomene A. Gagne 


Madeline E. Garvey 

Chicopee Falls 

Claire M. Gregory 


Ruth M. Hanan 


Mary Harrington 


Rita J. Healey 


Dorothy A. Lucas 


Mary E. Manning 


Muriel T. Manning 


Marian McCracken 

Kathleen McDermott 


Margaret M. Murphy 

Mary E. Murphy 


Kathleen L. O'Leary 


Kathleen O'Neill 


Ruth P. Quinn 

M. Janet Rogan 


Frances M. Simonick 


Helen C. Stone 


Cecilia M. Sullivan 


Vivianne E. Wallace 

Indian Orchard 

Margaret M. Walsh 




The Freshman Class 

President, Louise M. Welch 
Vice-President, Josephine C. Skalko 
Secretary, Claire A. Reavey 
Treasurer, Marion R. Kennedy 

SONG, Smiles, serenity, a piano playing, the patter of the light fantastic. Yes! 
You've guessed it. This is our Freshman Class! With light hearts they entered 
into the daily round of our college life, added to our equipment "the glow of a 
kindly heart and the grasp of a friendly hand.'' Friendships were quickly made, and we 
feel that we have known them longer — much longer — than one short year. 

They delved into the intricacies of Physics with astonishing confidence, and in fact 
all of their enterprises have been undertaken with surprising self-assurance. They know 
how to do things, and they know they know! 

All turn out to attend social functions, are active members of the Glee Club and 
Debating Society, and prove that they are at home alike in the forum and the studio. 

They have shown originality, initiative and above all a youthful, spontaneous joy 
of participation in college life. From the first, they were glad to be with us and said so. 

We are happy to welcome the Freshman Class to our College, and feel sure that 
they will continue as they have begun — confident, assured and graceful; we know that 
finally they will obtain well-earned success! They have touched every kind of college 
fun, frolic and study, and have touched nothing which they have not adorned. "The 
Elms" is in safe student hands, at least until 1937! 



Freshman Directory 

Geraldine Aronson 


Lucille Champoux 

Mary E. Collins 


Bernardine Conaty 


Teresa Corbeille 


Roberta Decker 

So. Deerlield 

Ruth Dunleavy 


Marie Foley 


Rita Ford 

East Longmeadow 

Barbara Gately 


Catherine Germaine 

Elizabeth Hannigan 


Evelyn Hennessy 


Ann Hoar 


Marion Kennedy 


Katherine King 

Chicopee Falls 

Mary La lor 


Helen Lichwell 

Norwich, Conn. 

Anna Looney 


Beatrice Mayer 


Elizabeth McCarthy 


Claire Reavey 


Teresa Savage 


Josephine Skalko 

Central Falls, R. I. 

Evelyn Welch 


Louise Welch 


Dorothy Wildman 

North Adams 



Philosophy Clubs 

AT the beginning of our Junior year we were considered worthy of undertaking the 
arduous and penetrating study of the "Queen of the Sciences." Side by side with 
this privilege we were allowed to become members of the Metaphysical Club and 
to elect our officers, who were: Mary Sullivan, President; Mary Lynn, Vice-President, 
and Eleanor Peck, Secretary. 

As we were new and strange in this field, our club activities were, for the most part, 
arranged by our Reverend Professor of Philosophy, and consisted of theses in Epistemol- 
ogy, Ontology, and Cosmology. When the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas, the Patron of 
Philosophy, arrived on March seventh, we attended the Philosophy assembly in which 
we were represented by Mary Sullivan and Clara Moynahan, who defended and objected 
to the thesis on "Universal Skepticism." 

Senior year smoothed out the wrinkles which our minds seemed to have acquired 
after first delving into Philosophy. Now, we more clearly understand what we studied 
in Junior Year. The Catholic Action Club received us as its new members and once 
again we elected officers. Because of her interest and ability, we re-elected Mary Sullivan, 
President; Clara Moynahan, Vice-President; Mary Lynn, Secretary. Our meetings were 
most interesting, as the papers were for the most part taken from Osborne's text book 
on "Community and Society" in which we agreed and disagreed with some of his 
sociological ideas. Psychology, Sociology, Ethics, and Natural Theology were what we 
used to study. We do not claim to know all about these subjects, but perhaps the highest 
compliment we can pay our kind Professor is to say that we are sufficiently interested to 
want to know more. 

Such scholars as Kant, James, Hobbs, Rousseau, Locke, Hume, Berkeley, Spinoza, 
Descartes, Bacon, and the theories which they advance and which are taught in secular 
institutions have been reviewed and given due consideration by us. Such a statement 
may sound absurd and bordering on egotism, but we are sincere in saying this. After the 
excellent training and the zealous energy of our Professor, who ever listened patiently to 
our ideas and as patiently and conscientiously explained our difficulties, it would be 
absurd to say we could not discover another's fallacy. 

The feast of our Patron Saint arrived to find us taking a vitally intelligent part. 
We were represented by Rose O'Keefe and Catherine Gannon, who discussed the thesis 
on "The Proximate and Ultimate Norm of Morality," and Edna Wood, who renewed our 
acquaintance with the life of St. Thomas. 

Now, as we are about to leave, we pause to express our appreciation to our Pro- 
fessor of Philosophy. "All good things must come to an end." Still, we are filled with 
an insatiable thirst to know more and more, and the Class of '34 goes forth to face the 
economic and ethical problems of the world with the guiding light of the truly great 
example of our Professor of Philosophy. 



Dramatic Club 

President, Catherine B. Gannon 
Vice-President. Kathleen F. Mungiven 
Secretary, C EC. ELI A M. SULLIVAN 

THE Dramatic Club proved itself to be of utmost importance. Its membership 
included Thespians cf exceptional ability. It was the Dramatic Club which so 
enjoyably entertained our parents on Parents' Day. It was the Dramatic Club, 
which, on January 21, presented the first in a series of annual college plays. With a 
vivid realization that a "well begun is half done." Bulwer Lytton's "Richelieu," was 
chosen for the initial performance. This attractive combination of comedy and melo- 
drama, with its romantic story, proved to be an excellent choice for the display of our 
dramatic talent. Catherine B. Gannon, whom we hail as our outstanding exponent of 
Shakespeare's art, was cast in the title role of "Cardinal Richelieu." Her refined and 
polished acting together with the poise, ease and finish which she displayed in so 
exacting a characterization, established a standard of high excellence for future performers 
to emulate. The romantic interest of the play was most capably interpreted by Kathleen 
F. Mungiven as De Man prat, and Clara Moynahan as ] //lie. The naturalness of one 
of their scenes proved, we might say, to be rather instructive. It was Doris Clement 
who provided the comedy, which was welcome as a relief from the tenseness of the 
succession of dramatic climaxes. 

The annual inter-class play tournament took place on the evenings of March 22, 
23. The Juniors with their hilarious comedy "The Hiartville Shakespeare Club" carried 
off the laurels of the competition. As their reward, they presented their farce in connec- 
tion with the public recital of the Musical Clubs. 

As a decided contrast from the very dramatic "Richelieu," the Senior Class pre- 
sented Shakespeare's "Comedy of Errors" as their class play. 

The cast was as follows: 

Solinus Alice Hanan 

Antipholus of Ephesus Catherine Gannon 

Antipholus of Syracuse. - Mary Sullivan 

Dromio of Ephesus.-. Claudia Fleming 

Dromio of Syracuse _ Eleanor Peck 

Aegean a Merchant of Syracuse Patricia Collins 

Dr. Pinch Margaret Berger 

Balthazar Rose O'Keefe 

Angelo Gertrude Flannery 

First Merchant _ _ Eileen Larkin 

Second Merchant Mary Lynn 

Servant _ ......Florence Fortin 

The Abbess _ _ Edna Wood 

Adreana. wife of Antipholus of Ephesus Clara Moynahan 

Luana Chererster BEATRICE Smith 

Lesbia ) Mary Clancy 

Luce ) 

Guards 5 Grace Collins 

I Mar jorie McManus 

When this sketch was written the play had not taken place. However, I know 
the class prophet will pardon my intrusion into her domain by saying that the play was 
superbly enacted, and left roseate memories of '34' s last appearance behind the footlights. 


The Musical Clubs 

President, Margaret E. Berger, '34 
Vice-President, Stella M. Shaughness, '35 
Secretary-Treasurer, Mary E. Foley, '36 
Librarian, Mary Elizabeth Collins, '37 
Assistant Librarian, Rose A. O'Keefe, '34 
u UALITY but not quantity," say the Sages, "is what counts," and quality together 

I 1 with a moderate degree of quantity indeed can be boasted of in the combined 
p>^S Musical Clubs of our college. 

"Ever willing and ready to work. 
Never backirard and seeming to shirk" 
would seem to be their slogan. 

Whenever there is a social function, we hear the strains of music soft and sweet, 
and usually it is something especially picked out to be most appropriate for the occasion. 
At teas, bridges, etc., food is sweetened and made more appetizing through the setting 
of the music. 

The Glee Club has advanced rapidly in its sphere. Regular attendance at rehearsals 
speaks for the earnest and sincere efforts of the members. This year they have had 
the good fortune to secure a number of talented second sopranos. 

In the fall, the musical clubs decided that it was now time to have a banner, and, 
since "a thing begun is half done," they purchased the banner, a credit to any school, 
college or organization. 

On December 5th, an assembly period was given over to the Musical Clubs so that 
they could earn some money towards the banner through a program they had worked 
hard to give. It was a folk song program, something novel, and arranged by the gifted 
and generous directress. It was a worthwhile entertainment and certainly showed that 
much credit must be given to the directress, who had had many new members to work 
with and train for the short period of about two months. 

At Christmas time, carols were sung and selections were played by the orchestra in 
the lofty mezzanine of the rotunda of the Administration Building. It was then that a 
beautiful voice was heard for the first time in a soprano solo — that of a freshman, Teresa 
Savage. Full and sweet as a bird, it scared forth, telling of Christmas and the praise due 
to the Babe in the manger, in tones throbbing and clear. 

On April 16, the annual concert was given. Again we turned in humble and sincere 
thanks to the talented directress of the Musical Clubs. A large audience was present and 
praise could be heard from everyone as the final "Alma Mater" was sung. Guest artists 
at this concert assisted in the persons of Miss Irene Mikus, harpist, and Miss Isabelle 
Moffett. Encores were enthusiastically demanded which served as reward for a year's 
sincere earnest efforts to give the best and only the best. 

Instead of tiring of the Musical Clubs, we appreciate them more at each entertain- 
ment. Each appearance, whether as single organizations or in joint concert, enhances 
their worth to us all. 

This year, too, to add to the prestige of the college, the Musical Clubs voted to 
secure Musical Club pins. The pins are a great asset, the members think, and those not 
in the club gaze at them with rather envious eyes. 

May success attend the Musical Clubs. May they always have as devoted and 
talented a directress as at present, and, in future years, may we see some of the members 
famous concert musicians, either vocal or instrumental. We give them thanks, accom- 
panied by ungrudging praise and the best of wishes for as successful a future as they have 
had a past. 



The Athletic Association 

Vice-President. Kathleen L. O'Leary 
Secretary. Doris M. CLEMENT 
Treasurer. Vivianne E. Wallace 

ALTHOUGH athletics are not overemphasized in our crowded 
curriculum, time has been found to establish this association. 
Our large gymnasium lends itself to athletics of all types and 
few have failed to answer the call of the court. Whether it be 
basketball, volley ball, hand ball or just limbering up exercises, one 
can find a plentiful crowd at these functions. Dignified Seniors race 
with lowly Freshman, all thoughts of rank and dignity forgotten in 
the heated competition. The interclass basketball games have afforded 
a great deal of amusement to all. This active association functions 
all during the school year, with appropriate sports for the changing 
seasons. The reward of the labors of the members of the Athletic 
Association comes during Commencement Week, when the activities 
are brought to a close by means of a joyful banquet. 


M. J. B. Debating Club 

President, Catherine B. Gannon 
Vice-President, Doris M. Clement 
Secretary, Kathleen L. O'Leary 

TO prove conclusively that they were not daunted by arguments on Campus, a large 
number of the student body decided to turn their talents to that ancient, but 
nevertheless renowned and noble, art of debating. As a reward for her varied 
oratorical ability, Catherine B. Gannon was elected president, and has capably guided 
the organization through its various discussions and contests. 

During the first half of the year, debates were held bi-monthly. In March, as a 
preparation for the public debate, the annual inter-class debate tournament began. The 
Freshmen, upholding the affirmative of a single six-year term for president, emerged 
triumphant over the Sophomores, while the Juniors, upholding the affirmative of the 
above question, proved victorious over the Seniors. 

The annual public debate with the Freshmen on the negative and Juniors on the 
affirmative — "Resolved that the principles of the N. R. A. should become a permanent 
part of our National Constitution," took place on the evening of April 30. Although 
closely and brilliantly contested with polished, refined oratory and keen logic in evidence 
on either side, the firm and most convincing logic together with the excellent oratorical 
ability of the Juniors won the decision. 

The remarkable strides of this organization prove most satisfactorily that the works 
of Demosthenes, Cicero, and others equally famous in fields of logic and oratory, have 
not been labored over in vain. The modern forum is just as important and alluring 
as its ancient prototype. 

It is to the splendid understanding and most cooperative labors and guidance of 
our Sister Director, that the M. J. B. Debating Club attributes its success. 

Not the least attractive feature of this society is that its roll-call of officers includes 
no treasurer! 



Le Cercle Francais 

President, Elmeda H. Harty 
Vice-President, Rita M. McInnis 
Secretary, Mary C. Galway 
Treasurer. Philomene A. Gagne 

QUALITY if not quantity is the keynote of Le Cercle Francais, a most promising 
club whose regular meetings are always educational and yet most interesting and 
diverting. Though its scroll of membership is not too long, the list of its accom- 
plishments is presque sans fin. Par exemple, during the course of the year, we were treated 
to a most interesting debate on the subject, "La Plume est Plus Porte que le Glaive." 
The negative side of this discussion was upheld by members of the Senior and Sophomore 
classes, while members of the Junior and Freshman classes staunchly defended the affirma- 
tive side. So expertly were the arguments set forth that it seemed a trifle disappointing 
that both sides could not carry off the laureJs of victory. 

However it is to its versatile Sister Director that Le Cercle Francais owes its out- 
standing success. She is ever tireless in her efforts to give us the priceless histoire de 
parler and her famous "Nul bien sans Peine" has helped us through many a dark moment 
when, as verdant Freshmen, we began the study of cette belle langue. 

La Corte Castellana 

President, Eleanor F. Peck 
Vice-President, Claire M. Gregory 
Secretary, Mary C. Galway 
Treasurer. Margaret M. Murphy 

THE club which bears this most high-sounding name counts among 
its members those whose aim it is to gain a knowledge of the 
Spanish tongue. The list of members is not very lengthy, but the 
meetings which they arrange are always most instructive. Literary pro- 
grams are given in which the members hear appreciations of the greatest 
authors who have ever lived. To liven the studious atmosphere, "juegos" 
usually send everyone away looking forward to a "premio," even tho' 
that "premio" was once a Spanish onion! 

Altogether, La Corte Castellana, is a worthy little club, striving 
always to instill in its members love of the culture and the literature 
of Sunny Spain. 





Sodality of the Blessed 
Virgin Mary 

Prefect, Claudia M. Fleming 
Vice-Prefect. Clare C. Dugan 
Secretary, Claire M. Gregory 
Treasurer, Beatrice G. Smith 

INSPIRED by the activities of the Sodality in former years, this society has progressed 
to such an extent, that today it is one of the most imporant organizations of the 
College. If one were to consider this fact, it would not seem so extraordinary. 
Since Our Lady is the patroness of this, Our Alma Mater, it is altogether fitting that we 
show her all due respect and reverence; and no better way can be found than by being 
faithful Sodalists, that our characters may be cast in the mold of her virtues. 

Our Reverend Director has given the benefit of his time and experience, and to this 
may be attributed a great deal of the success of the Sodality. Each week an activity 
meeting is held, at which the heads of the various departments preside in their turns. In 
this way, new zest and interest is added to the meetings. A Major meeting is held 
quarterly, at which we have the pleasure of hearing some guest speaker. These Major 
Sodality meetings are preceded by an entertainment, consisting of acts put on by "home 
talent," which draws freely upon the material 'developed in classes of public speaking 
and literature. 

To the Spiritual Director, Sister Director and Prefect, goes the credit for the making 
of this society into such a vital and important part of our extra-curricular life. As a 
fitting conclusion to the Sodality activities of the year, the simple but impressive induc- 
tion and reception of new members is held in Mary's own month — May. Our last 
impression is thus a beautiful one, and includes the assurance that others are enrolled 
and take up the work where we lay it down. Our parting thought is an aspiration: 
"Our Lady of the Elms, pray for us." 


The Junior Prom 

General Chairman: Clara M. Moynahan 

Ex-Offiao: Grace M. Collins 
Music: Patricia Collins Patrons: Alice Han an 

Tickets: Rose O'Keefe Reception: Eileen Larkin 

Programs: Edna Wood Supper: Mary Lynn 

Decorations: Florence Fortin Publicity: Mary Clancy 

Our Junior Prom! How we had looked forward to it with mingled hope and fear. 
We were to be the first class to use the Gym for a Prom, and we were just the tiniest bit 
worried about the result. The long-awaited hour came, and the result was — O, so satis- 
factory! The color scheme of black and silver — the gaily-colored toy balloons — the 
music, the soft and soothing blend of light and shadow — a magic hour straight from 
fairyland. Can we of '34 forget it? 

The Senior Prom 

General Chairman: Grace M. Collins 

Ex-Officio: Mary W. Sullivan 
Music: Margaret Berger Tickets: Gertrude Flannery 

Decorations: Edna Wood Programs: Beatrice Smith 

Patrons and Publicity: Florence Fortin Supper: Eileen Larkin 

Though beckoning from the not far-distant future, the Senior Prom is still a matter of 
speculation. There is now no region unexplored to give us pause or anxiety. Using 
the Junior Prom as our criterion, we hope to make our Senior Prom an even more 
significant note upon our college calendar, the crowning social triumph of our Com- 


The Silver Bridge 

NOT only has the Silver Bridge Party the foremost place 
annually in the social calendar of the Sodality, but it has 
also the distinction of always proving itself a most suc- 
cessful and enjoyable affair. This year's Silver Bridge was even 
gayer than its predecessors, due to the hospitality of the attractively 
decorated "gym" and the cordiality of all "Elmites," delighted with 
the opportunity to play hostess to their parents and friends. Much 
of the credit for the decided success of the party goes to Grace 
Collins for her skillful management of all details. 

Dainty cakes and tea followed the completion of play, and 
the orchestra delighted the guests by rendering several selections. 

Elms' Night 

THE reception to the timid but not timorous Freshmen auspiciously ushered in an 
active and varied social season. By candlelight we nibbled at the dainties fur- 
nished through the efforts of the paragon among generous classes, the Seniors of 
'34. After the repast, the "Elmer's" retired to the Gym, where general dancing was 
enjoyed. The Freshmen regaled all with their reasons for coming to college, and the 
Seniors impressed the gathering by unbending and relaxing until their well-known dignity 
had been melted down into geniality. Freshmen who felt sure they would never feel at 
home with Seniors, were chatting and gamboling and reminiscing with them like long 
lost sisters. "Elms Night" always brings two glorious consummations: the Freshmen 
forget their freshness and the Seniors lay aside their dignity. The rafters of dining hall 
and gym ring with the sounding hilarity that results. The next issue of the Standard 
Dictionary should make "Elms' Night" a synonym for revelry unconfined, a good fel- 
lowship that recognizes no frontiers of class. 




The Christmas Party 

OF course at Christmas time we are all looking forward to going home for that 
longed-for vacation, but not before "the" Christmas party. There have been 
many pleasant traditions established at our Alma Mater, and not the least 
pleasant of them is the annual Musical Clubs and Sodality Christmas Party. The party 
is sponsored by the Sodality, whose especial patroness is the Blessed Virgin and it is 
fitting that we should honor her Divine Babe at His own season of the year. This year, 
according to custom, the party was held in the beautiful foyer of the Administration 
building. From the balcony the Glee Club sent forth their appropriate selections and 
the entire gathering joined in the singing of the "Venite, Adoremus." 

The proverbial Christmas tree had been set up in front of the fireplace, and of 
course it was attractively decorated. It proved a perfect setting for our new, but no 
less jovial, Santa Claus — Ruth Hanan. Each and everyone received a gift from Santa. 
No party is complete without refreshments, so the gathering withdrew to the dining hall 
where a tasty Christmas luncheon was served. All in all, the party proved a fitting climax 
to our last night's stay at school before embarking for the Noel. 

The Sophomore-Senior Party 

ON the evening of October 28th, the eve of our Cap and Gown Sunday, our 
Sister class, of 36, gave a Barn dance in our honor. With the gym doing its 
best to look like a barn in dim candlelight, we all arrived in costumes which alone 
were sufficient to provoke much mirth. Such costumes! . . . There were fairies 
and ghosts, gypsies, spirits of '76 and spirits of the late 1800s — representing all ages up 
to a quarter of a century ago. And the games! We hadn't had as much fun since grand- 
pap died ! 

As usual, doughnuts were indulged in, with Catherine Gannon taking the prize 
as "most prodigious doughnut eater." Prizes were given for costumes, that for the best 
looking costume being awarded to Mary Clifford, '36, that for the most original to 
Dorothy Dowd, '35, and that for the funniest to Dorothy Wildman, '37. Refreshments 
were served and then, to the horror of '34, Kathleen McDermott told our fortunes. Each 
senior was awarded a gift, such as memo-pads, mirrors, pianos, etc. Later on, midst 
much hilarity, dancing was enjoyed through the efforts of our most gracious escorts of 
the class of '36. 


Mother- Daughter Tea 

THE Mother-Daughter Tea was held on the 12th of May, this year, 
and it brought to a pleasant close the social season of the Sodality. 
During the course of the afternoon, games of bridge and whist 
were enjoyed, and a prize was awarded to the holder of the highest score. 
The girls and their mothers were entertained in the auditorium by a pro- 
gram which consisted of selections by the Glee Club, a violin solo, the 
"Ave Maria" by Miss Frances Hardiman, a poem, "Mother" given by Miss 
Teresa Corbeille, and the presentation of a one act play, "Sardines," 
which last kept its audience in gales of laughter from start to finish. After 
the entertainment, the guests repaired to the gymnasium, where light re- 
freshments were enjoyed. The general opinion at the end of the after- 
noon was that the parry had been "the very nicest ever." 

The Annual Reception 

ON the evening of May 15th, thirty Freshmen were admitted to 
the ranks of the Sodality. In a solemn and impressive ceremony 
they gave their pledge of fidelity to the Blessed Mother of God, 
promising allegiance to Her in things great and small. The occasion 
brought to a dignified conclusion a most successful Sodality year. 

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Elmata Staff Directory 

Editor-in-Chief : Eleanor F. Peck 
Associate Editors: Beatrice Smith, Catherine 
Gannon. Grace Collins, Gertrude Flannery, 
Margaret Berger, Edna Wood 

Art Editor 
Florence Fortin 

Business Manager 
Alice Hanan 

Humor Editor 
Mary Sullivan 

Assistant Business Managers 
Claudia Fleming, Patricia Collins 

A uistant Humor Editor 
Claudia Fleming 

Class Historian 
Eileen Larkin 



Why a Class Book? 

THE excitement attendant upon the hours of Commencement is never long-endur- 
ing. True, we look back upon the eventful day with thoughts half-sorrowful, and 
wholly tender and proud. Yet when we leave the portals of our Alma Mater, 
when the coveted degree is won, what is there left to us of college days but memories? 
Memories, and, most dear to the heart of every college graduate, the Senior Class Book. 
As the years go by and the memories dim in the course of time we take it from its hon- 
ored place on the bookshelf and with many a smile and a tear re-live the four years we 
spent seriously and yet joyfully fitting ourselves for the future. We smile at the play 
on words executed by the class wit in a desperate effort to divert the thoughts of the 
professor of French. Our eyes are blurred with tears as we come upon the picture of 
a classmate who has, since those happy days, left us for the Great Beyond. 

The "why" of a Classbook? If only to preserve for every college student, girl or 
boy, the light-hearted days which glide along so quickly while one is living them: Life's 
lasting proof, life's documentary evidence that college days were what we never believed 
them to be — our happiest moments on earth. 

Senior Thoughts 


Life is made up of little things. Its joys, its hurts all come from little things. A 
sigh, an impatient shrug of the shoulder, and someone's happiness is dashed upon the 
rocks of disillusion. A word of praise, and someone's heart leaps with the joy and zest 
of living. It costs so little effort to be generous. A smile, a kindly word are given 
just as quickly as a shrug or sneer. How vast a vale of difference is there between every 
tear and smile! Would not this world of ours be a much happier place if we would 
bridge the gap with pleasantness? 


Softly, gently did I tread the garden path, fearful lest my entrance there might 
rob it of its tranquil peace and beauty. Beauty, did I say? Ah, yes, I had expected 
beauty — but not this sheer, this exquisite enchantment ! Spun gold, and tender green 
and crimson nodding in the breeze; the spice of lavender, the fragrance of verbena, rain- 
bow tints that shifted in the crystal of the dew-drops; brilliant wings swift-flashing 
through a lattice-work of green ; and, a crowning glory, eager fingers of the sunlight soft- 
caressing every bud and blossom. I gazed and gazed, lost in an ecstasy of wonder. "How 
wonderful it is!", I sighed, and then my heart throbbed with a rush of quiet joy. 
Gladly I breathed the happy thought, "And my life, too, can be a garden." 


Dr. Paulding 

Shakespeare Institute 

A HUSH, a breathless silence hung over the crowded audi- 
torium. On the stage, the aged Lear laid bare his heart- 
break, as he gazed on the lifeless body of Cordelia . . . 
A pause . . . The actor's work was done, and, after a brief 
moment, the auditorium rang with the applause which had been 
called forth by the recognition of true artistry. 

Through ten consecutive plays of that master dramatist, William 
Shakespeare, the master interpreter, on a stage free of any settings, 
had called to life again the immortal characters of the Bard of Avon. 

The actor was a man well-known to us as students. We — 
the older ones at least — remembered with the greatest pleasure his 
"Richelieu," and the unforgettable humor of his interpretation of 
those two Sheridan classics, "The Rivals" and "The School for 
Scandal." We knew from other years some measure of the enjoy- 
ment that was in store for us ; but no one of us could realize to 
just what extent our hearts would be moved or our senses swayed 
by the subtle workings of his talent. 

In the announcement which he made at the closing of his 
series, Dr. Paulding told us that there had been nothing through- 
out the course to mar its serenity. We, the privileged audience, 
should in our hearts have risen one and all in gratitude for "a 
true delight, ten times repeated." One of the regrets at commence- 
ment will be that we may miss his next annual series. 


The Opening of the Library 

ONE day in early January, we read the long-awaited notice on 
the bulletin board. At last, we were to have the use of our 
College Library. Ever since the new Liberal Arts building 
of the College was opened for daily use, those in charge had been at 
work collecting all that was worthwhile in literature. The result of 
their efforts is a library of which we can be justly proud. All of its 
shelves are not as complete, of course, as they will be in the future, 
but as they stand, we, as students, can find plenty of material on them. 
Under the capable administration of our librarian, there is no reason 
why we should not continue to be proud of the lovely room in our 
midst which houses the personalities of the great, the messages of the 
past, the inspiration of the "greatness that was Greece and the grandeur 
that was Rome" and the glory that was the Christian Ages. 


Our Lecturers 

ONE of the most delightful surprises offered us in Senior Year was the unsxpected 
appearance in our midst of Dr. Rose Walsh, Directress of Dramatic Art at Mary- 
grove College, who gave us Sierra's "Kingdom of God'' in an interpretation 
unforgettable in its gracious charm and wondrous versatility. 

The month of March brought us Father Bernard R. Hubbard, the "Glacier Priest." 
Father Hubbard entertained us with a witty and instructive lecture on Alaska. This he 
accompanied by pictures which were a triumph of colored photography. They visualized 
actual scenes of his scientific researches in the so-called "frozen North." It was comfort- 
ing to hear that Alaska isn't any colder than was this year's March throughout New Eng- 
land. It was also comforting to hear that he would return next year. 

Dr. Paulding's return to the College, which also occurred in March, was greeted with 
delight and enthusiasm: this time in a benefit recital in which the gifted scholar of 
dramatics generously offered his services. He gave us Calderon's, "The Mighty Magi- 
cian." His masterly interpretation immortalized again the work of the Spanish master, 
and made the conversion and martyrdom of St. Cyprian a vivid part of our Senior recol- 

May we be guests of Alma Mater when they, our lecturers, return. 


Smiles From the Classroom 

1. "Hold your (A-)men longer." 

2. "You go down on tibi" (T. B.). 

3. "Are there any sisters on the floor?" 

4. "When you get an opportunity, take a book of Plutarch's lives." 

5. "After Christmas we'll have heat." 

6. "We start with Ignorance." 

7. "A fresh paragraph." 

8. "Make your 'Good Nights' short." 

9. "Dash at the end of this line — " 

10. "We'll finish the amoeba today." 

11. "Remember the Major." 

12. "If a person puts his head (or hers,' we insert) under a blanket he won't hear a 

13. "Run up the shades, please." 

14. "The size of U is to the size of B" (Bea). 

15. "If you were in a normal class." 

16. "We shall study habit' formation." 

17. "Une lettre de plus ou de moins ne fait rien entre deux amis." 

18. "Pass out quietly." — Any exam. 

19. "Leave my figure on the board." 

20. "Now all say O Father' together." — Introduction of a quiz. 

21. "Thoughts, sensations and affections change." 

22. "O'Leary Hall is in a magnetic field and that is perhaps the reason why you receive 
more shocks over there than anywhere else." 

23. Note — In giving the metaphysical proof for a certain question in apologetics, "Take 
a young man out under a sky studded with stars." 


The Agonies of Oral Expression 

Monday . . . 8.30 A. M. 

"I have to speak," the damsel said, "on Thursday of this week, 
And I just hate the thoughts of it! I feel like such a freak! 
I'm not quite sure yet whether I'll take poetry or prose, 
But anyway they'll giggle in the first two rows." 

Tuesday . . .1.30 P. M. 

"I've looked thru fully seven books and haven't found a thing. 
Wish I had mumps or measles, or my jaw was in a sling! 
I'll simply have to find a piece right after my last class — 
Though it's no use for me to try — why, I won't even pass!" 

Wednesday . . .7.00 P. M. 

"Of course, I would choose Emerson, though why I'll never know. 
It's Literature, but it gets drier every line you go. 
Some parts will stick and some just won't, no matter how I try. 
Well — if worse comes to worst I'll pull a faint, or cry." 

Thursday . . . 12.30 P. M. 

"I spoke ... of course they giggled in the first two rows! 
And I looked out the window, or stared down at my toes. 
The verdict was 'Are you afraid we'll bite you, or just shy? 
We'll have another try, next week.' I can't imagine why." 




How Elma Won the Popularity Contest 

6.55 A. M. "The morning air is the best remedy for a headache. Go over 
to Mass." 

7.10 A. M. Elma arrives at Mass and makes her way to the first pew to 

the accompaniment of the words "Orate, Fratres." 
7.50 A. M. "And where are your cuffs?" 
8.46 A. M. "Have you a slip from the office?" 
9.20 A. M. "So you can improve cn Miss Rowland's Methods?" 

10.00 A. M. "Take this front seat. I'll have discipline first and good-will 


10.50 A. M. "Give me a repetition of what we were studying in the last 

12.10 P. M. "You must have done twelve experiments by the next Lab. 

12.45 P. M. "If I hear any more of that, I'll dismiss you from the dining 

1.15 P. M. "You have a special' in the office." 

1.31 P. M. "Coats off. Elma, leave the room and dress outside." 

1.55 P. M. "What's the answer to that problem?" 

2.50 P. M. "Give me a summary of the last two acts of Richard II." 

3.20 P. M. "No mail for you." 

3-35 P. M. Asking permission to go to Chicopee. "And where are 
you now?" 

5.05 P. M. "You are supposed to be studying now." 

6.00 P. M. "Report to the office. You were late and have no permission 

to come to the table." 
6.45 P. M. In the corridor — "Whistling girls and cackling hens." 
7.26 P. M. "The bell has rung for study." 
8.00 to 9. 15 A period of study? Quiet? Rest? 
9.30 P.M. "Take your proper place." "Prayers." 

10.01 P. M. "It's after 10. Lights should be out." 

10.03 P.M. End of quote! Elma takes the welhknown cake. 





Latin students should travel by pony according to the universal consent 
of collegians. 

Explanation : By Latin is meant that language which is not English, 
not French, not Spanish, not Greek. 

Subjective Latin — Nego Suppositum. 

Objective Latin — Odes, Epodes, Satires, Epistles, etc. 

Travel — Denotes progress, advancement — (Speed Limit: 80). 

Pony — An irrational material object that trots — for some! 

Universal Consent — All except grinds agree. 

Adversaries — Professors, Pocketbooks, and Orals! 

Proof — 

Part I— 

By pony one advances or travels. 

But a Latin student must advance or travel. 

Lherefore, a Latin student must use a pony. 

Major: We don't major — or we do nothing but! 

Minor: If a Latin student fails to advance she never fails to travel. 

Part II— 

This thesis may also be proved from the standpoint of the rational law. 
Proof — 

A student who studies Latin without a pony gets nowhere. 
But getting nowhere is contrary to the rational law. 
Therefore, long live ponies. 

Difficulties — We fail to see any! 




An Incident in a Flemish Camp 

Up there in the land of the Flemings, 
Where Klan C stayed for the night 
And built a sheltering fort in the snow 
As a safeguard from cold and from fright, 

We chanced to meet an old blacksmith 
A uemblynn in ban' an in foot ; 
"Who'll help chop, me wood for my fire? 
There's a peck of good food and to boot." 

'Twas Mac, our McManus who shouted, 
"Sure, my man, it's a pleasure indeed; 
The axe sure tis' Collin me ever 
As a lark in the old southern meade." 

Then Moynahan swept from the snowstorm 
All bundled in Flannerie clothes; 
"Come on, let's get warm in your hut, sir, 
These ice bergers chillin' my toes." 

Come on, Sully. r<«//cjuish the chill winds, 
See, Gannon, pile logs in the grate; 
It's heat we demand and we'll have it; 
O, Keefe, now the hut's roseate. 



U A Mortifying Mistake 5 ' 

I studied my Physics over and over 

And backwards and forwards, too, 

But I couldn't remember a single rule 

And I didn't know ivhat to do! 

'Til Sister told me to go to the "Lab" 

And not to bother my head — 

"If you do an experiment twice a week 

You'll learn it by heart," she said. 

So I started the terrible "Inclined Plane," 

Though I thought 'twas a dreadful crime 

To be standing there filling a car with weights — 

It seemed such a waste of time! 

And I weighed, and recorded, and measured, too 

A million times, till I felt 

Like a sailor tossed on a stormy sea » 

And minus a safety belt! 

In June, when the dreaded professor 

Who reads the marks aloud 

Said, "Now for the Senior Physics Class," 

My head in anguish bowed; 

But my courage returned, and I smothered a groan, 
And lifted my "caput" at last — 
With a gleam in his eye, he remarked with a sigh, 
"And all the Seniors passed!" 



Our Song Sheet 

"You're Got Everything" 

"After Sundown" 

"Dancing Lady" 

"The Touch of Your Hand" 

"She Reminds Me of You" 

"Among My Souvenirs" 

"Dear Little Girl of Mine" 

"Happy as the Day is Long" 

"Doing the Uptown Lowdown"' 

"Spin a Little Web of Dreams" 

"Annie Doesn't Live Here Any More" 

"Whistling in the Dark" 

"We'll Build a Little Home" 

"I Fa' Down and Go Boom" 

"Design For Living" 

"I'll Be Faithful" 

"Baby Face" 

"For Your Wonderful Smile An Orchid to Yon' 

"Let's Go Places and Do Things" 
"The One Girl" 
"What Is There To Say" 
"One Minute to One" 
"When Shall We Meet Again" 

Our Schedule 
Bed, Freshman Year 
Mary Clancy 
Edna Wood 
Gertrude Flannery 
Eileen Larkin 
Eleanor Peck 
Mary Lynn 
Clara Moynahan 
Beatrice Smith 
Claudia Fleming 
Catherine Gannon 
Margaret Berger 
Patricia Collins 
Rose O'Keefe 
Florence Fortin 
Mary SirLLivAN 
Grace Collins 
Marjorie McManus 
Alice Hanan 
El ma 

In An Oral 
The Prom 
After June 11 


"Des Souvenirs 

1. Awkward transportation, and ^transportation, of sleeping apparatus from Room 9 
to Freshman dorm. Catherine and Claudia were at either extremity, and Eileen 
supported the aforesaid apparatus, although wholly removed from view. The object 
was to escape the bitter cold, but they ran into a blizzard, to the delight of their 
elders and betters. 

2. "Campused Indefinitely" verdict returned at 10.05 P. M. in the Sophomore dorm. 
It was a happy week — for neglected laundries. 

3. "Garabaldi," a small but mighty creature who forced upon us such firearms as 
flat-irons, brooms, slippers, rulers, and then in our absence laid down and died by 
a trap. 

4. Disciplinarian's objections to a late Sunday evening study period. After that 
memorable night "Everready" wasn't ready any more — and isn't yet. 

5. Animated towels, soap cases and other essentials which just up and disappear. 
Many say "Ivory floats" but we say "Ivory drifts away." 

6. When the big bad wolf howled, one Sunday evening after lights. Our hunger 
was about to be satiated by the thoughtfulness of a foresighted individual, when 
light was introduced on the subjects and object. 

7. "Face to Face." Two gay promenaders, in January, 1933, with escorts, stalled 
between floors, but were given a lift. 

8. The time we longed to be at O. L. E. in our black and white. We were Sophomores, 
in Springfield, on a Wednesday afternoon at 5.50 P. M. 

9. The first oral expression classes in which Mary Lynn couldn't stop the "Leak in 
the Dike" and Catherine Gannon became the "Highwayman." In those days we 

10. Five Seniors begged for permission to go to Physics Lecture, but were refused. 
Reason — two minutes late. 

11. The court jesters, the delegates from Easthampton, were having difficulty with their 
crazy bones in Philosophy of History. How do you like your new seats? 

12. The long difficult journey to the bottom of the waste paper basket, where your note- 
book calmly reposes. 

13. Two girls (same height and inseparable) who refrained from appearing in school, 
and the same morning chiselled a ride from the Vice-President. 

14. The blue effect of three or four uniforms Freshman year. 

15. During Freshman Retreat the girl in Room 8 broke her lamp and her silence. 


34's" Tastes in Literature 

"Vanity Fair" — Any "Prom." 

"Tanglewood Tales" — Thinking up excuses in the office. 

"The Purloined Letter" — In Physics Class. 

"Pride and Prejudice" — The Seniors. 

"The Comedy of Errors" — Exams. 

"The Old Curiosity Shop" — That famous wastebasket. 

"Paul and Virginia" — Methods and Logic. 

"The Black Arrow" — A corrected theme. 

"The Children's Hour" — Supervised Study. 

"Paradise Lost" — Campused Indefinitely. 

"The School for Scandal" — The Browsing Room. 

"The Gold Bug" — Class Treasurers. 

"The Divine Comedy" — That Physics Episode — but the laugh was on us! 
"The Sketch Book" — Any Senior's Philosophy books. 
"Only Yesterday" — We were "Frosh." 

Kandy Kounter 

Love Nest 

Margaret Berger 

Peppermint Patty 

Mary Clancy 

Amos 'n' Andy 

Grace Collins and Eleanor Peck 


Patricia Collins 

Mild and Mellow 

Gertrude Flannery 


Catherine Gannon 

Baby Ruth 

Alice Hanan 

Big Banker 

Eileen Larkin 

Double Snickers 

Mary Lynn and Claudia Fleming 

Whiz Bang 

Mar jorie McManus 

Bit o' Honey 

Florence Fortin 


Rose O'Keefe 

Tasty Yeast 

Beatrice Smith 

O, Henry 

Mary Sullivan 

Social Whirls 

Edna Wood 


Clara Moynahan 

Mixed Nuts 

The Whole Class 



As we ring down the final curtain on our 
student days, we wish to close this record of them 
with a prayer. We pray that God may endow us 
with the strength and good-will to bear the banner 
of our college triumphantly on high until our efforts 
and achievements add a bright chapter to the story 
of Alma Mater's educational attainments. 



The Class of 1935 

Best Wishes 

of the 

Sister Class 

Compliments of 
The Class of 






Springfield's Most Friendly Hotel 

Home of the Tourist 
and Commercial Traveler 




When in Springfield make the Clinton Hotel your home 

The Electric Power required 
at the College of Our Lady 
of the Elms, for light and 
other purposes, is furnished 
by the Municipal Electric 
Light Department of the City 
of Chicopee. 

Municipal Electric Light Board, 


Compliments of 



The Sampson 
Funeral Home 

Devoted entirely and only to the 
finest Funeral Service possible. 

In this diocese, there is no better, 
no more complete Funeral Home 
than has Sampson. 

A Catholic Organization — the 
Sampson Personnel, Sampson Ex- 
perience can offer an "understand- 
ing" Service. 

Knowing the customs, the tradi- 
tions, even the wishes of every 
family they serve assures each and 
every family the fulfillment of 
even their anticipated desires. 

The Funeral Home Service offers 
advantages to everyone; Location; 
Avoidance of confusion; Elimina- 
tion of worry over details; Consid- 
eration where there are children; — 
and many more are its recommend- 

No fee is added for its use .... 
and .... every cost is known in 


Compliments of 

The Grise Funeral Home 



Steam, Hot Water and Furnace Heating 

Crawford Ranges Kitchen Qoods 


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Candy Products Co. 

Chocolates and Novelties 


Bazaars, Fairs and All Occasions 

198 Franklin St. Springfield, Mass. 

Tel. 3-4579 

Compliments oj 

Edward Fountaine 

Compliments oj 

E. O. Smith Sales Co. 

Springfield, Mass. 

Compliments of 




The Wayside Food Shop 

Wishes to extend its best wishes to the 
students of the College of Our Lady of 
the Elms. 


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Haftij nf tl)t Elms 


Alumnae AsBnnatton 

Lumber Dealers 



Office Phone 3-0158 Res. Phone 6-1398 


Plumbing Heating Ventilating 

Contractor and Engineer 
Air Conditioning 

31 Sanford Street, Springfield, Mass. 


and Shea, Inc. 

Third National Bank Building 
Springfield, Mass 



Youth continues 
to choose 

This year, last year 
and for sixty-five years 
previously, students with 
verve and imagination 
have chosen Bachrach 
and will, we hope, for 
time to come. 


Photographs of Distinction 

1559 Main Street 

Springfield Tel. 2-4191 

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At Popular Prices 

Apparel, Furs and 


Misses and Women 

259 High Street Holyoke, Mass. 

Commission Merchants 

and Wholesale Dealers in 

Fruit and Produce 



Lyman Street Springfield, Mass. 

M c Glynn & O'Neil 

Optometrists and Opticians 




1383 Main Street, Springfield, Mass. 

A 1 1 C A 1 

Arnold Aborn 


zAnna J^eary 

JNngerie Shop 

underth1ngs hosiery 

231 Maple Street, Holyoke, Mass. 

243 Pearl Street, New York 


Institution Representative 

Compliments oj 
Snrin afield Public Market 


Main Street, Springfield, Mass. 



D. J. HEBERT, Proprietor 

234 Exchange Street 
Phone 700 


Dealer in 

Pasteurized Milk and Cream 

Telephone 1406 

65 Taylor Street, Chicopee Falls, Mass. 

Compliments of 


Qhico Qlub 


Golden and rale Dry 



Telephone 605 


Coal, Fuel Oil, Coke 

Telephone 1201-R 
Chicopee, Massachusetts 

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Chicopee, Mass. 

Compliments o) 

J. R- Hastings 


Dial 2-2060 







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Holyoke's Leading Furniture Store 

Seven Floors of High-Qrade 
Furniture, Carpets and Ranges 


Compliments of 


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589 Westficld Street 

Framing, Regilding, Restoring 
Best of quality at Reasonable Prices 

J. H. MILLER CO., Inc. 
21 Harrison Ave. 

Dial 3-5193 


Chevrolet Sales and Service 

120 ^OC^estfield Street \C^est Springfield, Mass. 


Phone 7691 

Holyoke National Bank Building 


QimbeVs Inc - 

Women's and Misses' 
Wearing Apparel 

1346 Main Street Springfield, Massachusetts 

Compliments of 


Cheney & Hunt Inc. 


JcWbLbKo and OrlldANb 
281 High Street, Holyoke, Mass. 

Telephone 6103 

Compliments of 


Holyoke, Mass. 




Men's Furnishings 



1341 Main Street Next to Union Trust Co. 

Telephones 4-5691 - 4-5692 

Springfield Office Supply Co. 

"Everything for the Office" 

Represented by 71 ' 73 Worthington Street 
T. LEO KING Springfield, Mass. 


Specialists in the Remounting 
oj rreaous Stones 

Prompt and Efficient Watch Repairing 

Diamond Setting Engraving 

Jewelry Repairing 



Complete Line of Up to ]8 Feet Wu j e 


Carpets and Ruk« 



Phone 673-2 

555 Enfield Street Thompsonville, Conn. 

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General Insurance 



X-Ray Laboratory 


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Mimufacturang J t m nkis and Stationers 

Fitipatrick bUvtrtoul Corp. 

0»«mutin,< a»ui Supplies 

N>> L>vvigl t Stteet Springfield. Mass. 

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Components of 


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T*l 40751 


Tel. 1500 

Springfield St. Chieopee, Mass. 

The National Library Bindery Co. McCarthy ck Simon Inc 

271 Park Street 
West Springfield, Mass. 


7 ■> W EST 3oth STREET 

Just Ort Filth Avcixuc 


Speciali>*> ir. Lib rare and School Book 

Jane McDonough 

of Individuality and Charm 

Phone 4-CC-4C 

340 Bridge Street Springfield 

The pleasure of a call is solicited 

Specialists in 


Outfitters to over 300 Schools & Colleges 
Outfitters to over 100 Camps 

McCarthy & Simon outfits are made in our own 
factory on the premises 


"Service with a Conscience" 
437 Springfield Street Tel. 8-094 

Compliments of 

FitzGerald's, Inc. 


Two Seventy-seven Maple Street 

LaFleur's Paint Store 


246 Exchange St. Chicopee, Mass. 
Tel. 1 135 


D. M. D. 


Terraplane and Hudson Cars 




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F. W. McGrath Oil Company 

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Complete Outfitters to the Sisterhood 

Phone BA relay 7 {5304 ?Q place> New York 





Compliments of 

HEGY'S, Inc. 

Cleaners and Dyers 

Compliments of 
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83 Worthington Street 

Next Door to Bijou Theater 

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